please untie my hands,

clap your hands together if you would agree,that these streets, are take the souls away at a speed,that we can't even keep up with,so again clap your hands together, if you with me,if you and seen too many broken homes, in the streets game,too many cracks in the system, that want reachout and give a young black man, a fair shake,two do the only right,that was planted just like a seed at birth,two try to be the best man that he can be,underneath Gods eye sight,breaking away all these invisible chains,that steady try to hold us in prison, by the mindset that all these devil's, try to set for us in the struggle in this here streets game, where two many have find death from all the others on their backs,only to experience more lost,blood,sweat,heartaches &tears,steady watching the story,and all the days of our lifes,steady through a crack mirror&smoke screen,where the picture steady get darker&darker,by the minutes,hours, and seconds, on the hands on the clock,will tell when will we as a strong black race,will prevail in this here ghetto streets game,im steady spending all my time up under these streets lights, with my hands lifted high in the sky,letting all my tears fall on the payments, steady whispering a silence prayer two all my love ones, and the people that shows nothen but love for me,Chicago's me,Chicago's six back on my grind again up in this here ghetto booth,just trying to get my message across to who ever willing to straight up listen to me,with a open heart, and open heart out here in these broken streets, it's a damn shame what they are willing to do to us in this fuckup game,