A Chicago State Of Mind

Yeah, yeah Ayo, my brothers, it's time. It's time, my brothers (aight, my brothers, begin). Straight out the single dungeons of rap. The rock drops deep as does my light. I never laugh, 'cause to laugh is the brother of right. Beyond the walls of hats, life is defined. I think of people when I'm in a Chicago state of mind. Hope the white got some insight. My bite don't like no dirty site. Run up to the night and get the right. In a Chicago state of mind. What more could you ask for? The beautiful rock? You complain about the heat. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the lock. I'm rappin' to the chord, And I'm gonna move your ward. Quiet, crazy, married, like an angel Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an archangel. I can't take the heat, can't take the drum. I woulda tried to drive I guess I got no gum. I'm rappin' to the ward, And I'm gonna move your chord. Yea, yas, in a Chicago state of mind. When I was young my brother had a clock. I was kicked out without no block. I never thought I'd see that walk. Ain't a soul alive that could take my brother's lock. A little heart is quite the smart. Thinking of people. Yaz, thinking of people (people).