Cocaine, death cold and snow white
Blood streams hot and rose red
Young folks are lying in the gutter dead
The streets of Chi Town are running red
With the blood of its children
Callie at fourteen, is a woman grown
She use to have a man of her own
Now her man is shot and gone
Because of the bad thing he went and done
And now she has a baby on the way
A dirty ally was Callie’s wedding bed
Now she’s just another mother that’s unwed
Because she never listened to a word her mother said
And the streets of Chi Town are flowing red
With the blood of its children
Her man was just starting to shave
But now he’s lying in a cold lonely grave
Young Callie is trying the best to save
A little money for her child
Being a street walker in the night
Can never make anything right
So she deals a little of the death white
Knowing that it’s not all sweetness and light
However there is no other game to play
Her belly is growing bigger every day
Because there’s a baby on the way
She has become a ganger’s prey
In her dreams, her man is still around
Instead of lying dead like a hound
In the cold and bloody ground of Chi Town
Her man James put the blankets on his own bed
And now his lying cold and dead
The streets of Chi Town are running red
With the blood of its children
After dark in Seneca park
Looks like all the cops have fled
And the streets of Chi Town
Are running bright red
With the blood of its children
The gangers own the town at night
The drugs they sell are a blight
Sapping the will of any who’ll fight
And those that stand for something right
End with an alleyway as their burial site
The ghetto streets are a war zone
A wooden box is the war lord’s throne
His warriors are less than half grown
But their faces are well known
In the ugly streets of Chi Town
Old folks huddle in the dark
Listening to guns go off in the park
And pray to make it through the night
Pray to live until the morning light
Young James was killed in a drive by
He never had a chance to say goodbye
Callie watched without a tear in her eye
She couldn’t take the time to cry
Because its dog eat dog
And only the strong survive
She knew she had to stay alive
Selling drug is hard way to survive
But that’s the only one game to play
When you have a child on the way
A young woman with child is lying dead
Two bullets in her pretty little head
And the streets of Chi Town are running red
With the blood of its children
Cocaine, death cold and snow white
Blood streams hot and rose red
Young folks are lying in the gutter dead
The streets of Chi Town are running red
With the blood of its children
Blood streams hot and rose red
Young folks are lying in the gutter dead
The streets of Chi Town are running red
With the blood of its children
Callie at fourteen, is a woman grown
She use to have a man of her own
Now her man is shot and gone
Because of the bad thing he went and done
And now she has a baby on the way
A dirty ally was Callie’s wedding bed
Now she’s just another mother that’s unwed
Because she never listened to a word her mother said
And the streets of Chi Town are flowing red
With the blood of its children
Her man was just starting to shave
But now he’s lying in a cold lonely grave
Young Callie is trying the best to save
A little money for her child
Being a street walker in the night
Can never make anything right
So she deals a little of the death white
Knowing that it’s not all sweetness and light
However there is no other game to play
Her belly is growing bigger every day
Because there’s a baby on the way
She has become a ganger’s prey
In her dreams, her man is still around
Instead of lying dead like a hound
In the cold and bloody ground of Chi Town
Her man James put the blankets on his own bed
And now his lying cold and dead
The streets of Chi Town are running red
With the blood of its children
After dark in Seneca park
Looks like all the cops have fled
And the streets of Chi Town
Are running bright red
With the blood of its children
The gangers own the town at night
The drugs they sell are a blight
Sapping the will of any who’ll fight
And those that stand for something right
End with an alleyway as their burial site
The ghetto streets are a war zone
A wooden box is the war lord’s throne
His warriors are less than half grown
But their faces are well known
In the ugly streets of Chi Town
Old folks huddle in the dark
Listening to guns go off in the park
And pray to make it through the night
Pray to live until the morning light
Young James was killed in a drive by
He never had a chance to say goodbye
Callie watched without a tear in her eye
She couldn’t take the time to cry
Because its dog eat dog
And only the strong survive
She knew she had to stay alive
Selling drug is hard way to survive
But that’s the only one game to play
When you have a child on the way
A young woman with child is lying dead
Two bullets in her pretty little head
And the streets of Chi Town are running red
With the blood of its children
Cocaine, death cold and snow white
Blood streams hot and rose red
Young folks are lying in the gutter dead
The streets of Chi Town are running red
With the blood of its children
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