home from chi by saint bahr

beige skin in the situation i’m in
with the city as my doorstep
and all the streets as my sins
i wanna paint a picture
every light, tree, and fixture
to make sure that i never forget

the way the sky looks when you’re sitting way too high
and passin through the trees when you’re going north on the red line
new yorkers think they’re bolder
la gives us the shoulder,
but we all know windy’s the best

fuck corrupt politicians
that’s not the home i live in
my home is cotton candy block parties with paper dishes
my home is organizing, protesting, fantasizing,
about a future where the kids are good
chicago’s thriving

you run your mouth about gun violence and gangs
you say you feel the pain but you do not understand
people are fighting every day, holding their lives in their hands
doesn’t matter who pulled the trigger, they created the hand

and you can say what you want about us, about who we are
but yall suburbanites claim our name in your big ass cars with your good ass schools
don’t tell us to be quiet
don’t tell us to calm down
16 shots shot and a cover-up
the silence screams so loud
we love our city lots, we love our people more
but cops don’t like black bodies, they are declaring war

and oh, this is home
and we won’t give up
all the things we’ve done
because they make you uncomfortable
and oh, this is home
even when i go
where there is no snow,
i know i’ll know it’s here

• Hip-Hop
• Neo-Soul
• R&B/Soul
• Rap
• chill
• jam
• Chicago