Artist: Bizzle
Album:  CHI-RAQ
Song:   CHI-RAQ
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com

[Bizzle]
What are we doing?
...Huh? What are we doing?
Gotta seek change
God Over Money - BIZZLE

So I saw the special on "Chiraq", a gang of teenagers lie flat
And they all black, both the killer and the victim, I can never ever co-sign that
I don't wanna hear that killa talk 'bout who will or won't get popped at
Rap cats'll make a song about it but ain't nobody said, "Stop that"
And I don't wanna see y'all tweet about it, if you ain't never gon' emcee about it
And if you feel some type of way, then you gon' feel that way 'til you be about it
Whole record about killin niggaz, when the killer black, no peep about it
When the killer white, all of the sudden you got a whole Martin Luther King speech about it
Truth music I make that, spit that real, no takebacks
You wanna get mad, I'll take that, but how real are you when you hate facts?
We dyin off, fillin jails and who did it? Us, them facts about it
Is it poverty? Probably, but all millionaires still rap about it
Saw a joint called "Chiraq" and thought, "Good, somebody made a track about it"
But all I heard was, murder murder, no peace talk and just bragged about it
Is that wassup? That's how you do? That's how valuable a black life is?
They said that we was three-fifths a man, but how you get mad when you act like it?
How? ...Gold chain, cell phone, cash money
Weed or coke, a pair of Js', or maybe you got looked at funny
Blue/Red, nice car, nice watch (What you sayin, dog?)
What's a black life when you'll take one over everything that I named off?
(White girl?) Get you one when you on top cause you made it!
(Black girl?) Twerk somethin - pop it, hoe - get naked!
That's us doin it, not Donald Sterling, we all know that he racist
But you prove to me, that you believe that we worth more than he claim it
Gotta stop the self-hatred, lost off in this matrix
When we tend to think that we hella free but we mentally on that slave ship
And they watchin us, killin us, and they don't care if you Crip or Blood
A thug and a judge'll both take a black man's life quick, just with different guns
Kill your brother like he a dog, treat your sister like she a dog
So how in the world can you get mad when they lock us all up like we are dogs
And I started this verse before I heard about Tyga, Lil Durk, The Game and them
It ain't to them, so don't title mine like it's my reply unless I say it is!
Now where that shoe fit, anyone can rock it, won't backpedal off not one body
It's not just Chi-Raq, this for the whole hood, if it's no good then discard of it properly
Start with respect for one another, then we gotta learn how to love each other
The type of love that Christ had, not the type that allow Cain to kill his brother
Now this part, it is for Game and the homies out there in Chi-Town
You heard some things, you said some things, tempers flare up and die down
But I pray to God when y'all cool off that you do talk
and eventually be able to move on and show those watchin there's a new way to get issues solved
Cause the crowd'll gas y'all to fight about it, the websites'll just write about it
Put a hashtag on that #RIP then live they live and won't think twice about it
You ain't got nothin to prove, Gs' know when they dealin with Gs'
and we all know where to go there, so it really ain't no one to show here