beats not finished but lyrics are. "Grey Clouds" by ASIC Well theres grey clouds now over this begotten city. Where the unjust, and the corrupt, and the killers get comfy. And God forbid the burbs, DPC, Dead People County. Where the nations herion is just as dirty. Where we thrive to survive. Another slave to the wage. Another day, another dollar, another prisoner of change. Another cop, another body. Another hole for a grave. Another teen, another child, thats not in school today. For a better change of tomorrow now flying under a gang, Going from door to door playing "Knock, knock, BANG!" Its insane, I say, the way we claim The Windy Citys name. When these fucking grey clouds, they never seem to blow away. Yes its sad to say, This becomes the life of everyday. When ya getting mugged by schmucks, Politicians today. Taxes popping up like potholes in the month of May, But as cold as Chicagos winters. Watch, youll see nothing but the grey. Well theres grey clouds now over this begotten city. Grey, grey, grey, grey clouds. Now theres grey clouds now over this begotten city. Grey, grey, grey, grey clouds. (X2) Man, Theres people living on the streets with nothing to eat. Whats even worst is the greed. Ones whos not even hungry. But in it for an easy penny, so they dressing kinda shabby. And tell a sad story, Or the days of wars glory. Gotta watch out for the phonies cause my mama always told me. Its all beef with no bologna. Chicagoland, kind of known for it. Motor city went bankrupt and now Chi just foreclosed it. Got the clothes upon ya back. Ya cant even afford it. Costs an arm and a leg, yep, just to move ahead. Proofs in the Tribune paper, now used as a bed. Sleeping in an underpass just to get some God damn rest. Ready for the next day, when lifes put to the test. Do I need to say more or may I digress? Ride or die is the El line with the people they know best. And here we are now Mr. Dress-to-invest, Tell me how we gonna get them off the streets into a warmer bed instead? Well theres grey clouds now over this begotten city. Grey, grey, grey, grey clouds Now theres grey clouds now over this begotten city. Grey, grey, grey, grey clouds. (X2) Now theres grey clouds now over this begotten city. From the North, to the South, from the West, to even Gary. Fuck it, whatcha expect coming from the 2nd City? Its not funny anymore, cause theres no more John Belushi. Talk about fucking hazey. Happens on the Richard Daley. Theres no excape really, like 4th of July crazy. 82 shootings, 14 murders, and brought to you by Maceys, The weather in Chi, cloudy skies. With chance of Sun, one day maybe... Well theres grey clouds now over this begotten city. Grey, grey, grey, grey clouds Now theres grey clouds now over this begotten city. Grey, grey, grey, grey clouds. (X2) [All rights reserved, © Streetkilla Productionz™]