Chief Kamachi - City Blocks lyrics

And the city blocks and the city blocks
And the city blocks they drive me wild
And the city blocks and the city blocks
And the city blocks they drive me wild

It's another ghetto story but
Just gimme a minute
About a street lieutenant
Diagnosed schizophrenic
Hear voices in his mind
Slow dancing with the wolves
But he's still an OG
Well known for breaking jaws
Family call him weirdo
Sent him to the loony bin came home crazier
See lights in every room he in
Talk to a black angel
Perched on his left shoulder
Look in his eyе say he
High but his breath sober hе barely sleep
Got his head trapped in space and time
Lawyer plead insanity but he fucked
Up and facing time
Back on the block, six month in spital
Don't ever take his meds
Never consider a little
Stay in the zone, screaming "Motherfuckers
Leave me alone"
But ain't a soul seen a sight
When he talking that tone
Got his hand to his ears
On an invisible phone
The spirit's on the dark side
Party to welcome him home on the streets!


The street corners whisper they
Sound like an entity
With dead souls hunting the
Hood looking for empathy
Inspire inner city Luciferian tendencies
Tryna school ya to the evil
Ruler in these embassies
Another story, blood and gory in my memories
This first rap group rock
High school assemblies
He started changing making
Death metal symphonies covered in tattoos
Metal spikes on black shoes
Fucked with some crazy drugs you
Never seen the blacks use
A hood nigga stuck on LSD
Hallucinating some whores with Satan
Tryna yell at B
Let's walk to the store baby we can sell SC
He was a different kind and he
Swing from a different vine
His mother's death put pressure
On his gifted mind
You heard of the depression inside the music
Committed suicide never got the
Chance to use it on the streets!

This last verse is sick
And I mean that literal
I try to break it down
Without being too critical
This young fella carry a pink umbrella
Seen 'em with all the
Little girls playin' "Punchinello
Punchinello"
His mom's only child what could you tell her
Named him Anthony but all his
Friends call him Angela
Now he stealing old party
Dresses outta the cellar
Dead wrong, crooked red born lipstick yella
The beginning dark life in
The nighttime sinning
Tryna fool niggas looking
For legitimate women in the wrong place
He was starring in the wrong face
And this nigga had some hatred in his heart
Started screaming "Kill faggots
I'll be waiting in the park"
He just thought he was drunk
Didn't take it to the heart
Stroll by no high, then the automatic start
You know the rest
No need to stress the paramedic part
On the streets!