Chicago

Once upon a time I lived in a land where the bucket boys drum, trains don't wait and the police never sleep, Cuz ova east them gangs be rockin and out south boi i tell yeah dont step through them wild hunnets; it's  kinda like walkin through Compton in the wrong colors or maybe like Stockton summer 2012. Well this place be the land where the hustle don't wait and the drill be the earthquake. A few of y'all may know but most of y'all may never know and to tell you the truth I'm still looking at It from an outsider's  view.

Chicago i left Sunny California for you. You were my Dream girl i always had a crush on you. See you were that fine upperclassmen that I could get close but could never really talk to. Chicago i had thing for you. Ever since Texas i always wanted to spend Christmas with you but i got summertime you. Sundresses and G-fazos yo style is like ooooo!!! I didn't really get the colder half of you. I'm talkin bout -15 degrees with a - 15 degree wind chill got me like girl Im getting  blue balls tryna fuck with you. But lookin at you from a scenic view have me like you must be feeling Godly. But how could you not, when Kings and Queens are being born and raised in you. Your Barack and Michelle, your Jenifer,  your ‘Ye. You give me hope and inspiration, you give me love.  And I don't mean that cool i'm about to take you home love but that lets get married and know each other inside out love. That i want to make life with you love. Because of you there would be no me. You gave me my mother, the queen of all queens. I want a woman that don't take shit from no one because of you. And although he has yet to get here you gave me JR my seed blossoms in you.
Once upon a time i lived  in a place where the lake freezes over and the liquor is the river.I

believe that's why it turns green on Saint patty's day. Where the children are twice as  scared as the adults but wont let fear get in the way of their dreams. Where young men are playing buckets like full range drum kits and the screeching of train cars are the rhythm of the city.Where the music don't end at midnight no it keeps going through twilight,So i never got to rest. You’re the reason Stockton, California makes me restless. This place gave me a bright idea; Nigga go get it!!!! If i made a list of things this place taught me in 2 years i could write another poem. Once upon a time i lived in a place called Chicago!!!!

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