Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Little Chicago Boy, artist - Common.
Date of issue: 03.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Little Chicago Boy |
How should I begin? |
This is the story of a boy named Lonnie Lynn |
As I say it, the spirits enwhip me |
He was raised in the belly of the city |
Chicago, discovered by du Sable |
A Black Frenchman that I had to mention |
Extensions of a young man livin' on a low end |
47th and Michigan, lackin' a little discipline |
Know Grandma Mable did the best she could |
You know how young niggas want a testy hood |
There he stood, taller than most black boys |
One of the best ballers out of Illinois |
College in Ohio, this is like his bio |
Talks that we had, man, they was never idle |
He talked about readin' the Quran and the Bible |
He talked how he smoked dope and sold it for survival |
He talked about the ancestors, in our lives; |
they’re vital |
He said y’all niggas love the bang 'cause you tribal |
Spiral of life, Chicago to Denver |
Anywhere he went, of attention, he’s the center |
6'9″, big heart, big mind |
He he spent a lifetime tryin' to be big time |
He did in a way, he made to the ABA |
And the things he say on my record |
When I was a shawty, he bought me «The Message» |
It was his messages in the life I would step with |
Didn’t see him much, spirits are connected |
The Father creates it, the son can reflect it |
His perspective: sometimes seemed crazy |
His perspective: sometimes seemed brilliant |
His perspective: somehow it shaped me |
His perspective: undoubted I feel it |
He’d walk around in them Air Jordans I gave him |
I said, «Pops, them from Mike, man, you better save 'em» |
The fight that he had with cancer was a brave one |
Took Dr. Sebi’s herbs instead of medication |
Breathing heavy, he talked reparations |
He said, «Son, we live through our generations» |
Offspring, coughing, Gene Ammons playing |
In the background, he was talking, I was praying |
Our Father, take care of my father |
As far as he went, may I go farther |
May our dreams and legacies live through our children |
Though I can’t touch him, I can still feel him |
You know the other day I got a phone call. |
I got a message says pops you been |
gon from home too long. |
So I set my bags down and headed to 87th street. |
I was just back in the neighborhood ya know cruising the same street that I |
used to cruise in my long black Fleetwood. |
Listening to the Minister and Dr. |
King and my beloved brother Malcolm. |
First thing is see I’m boundless with |
spiritual energy. |
I wanna talk about the moral necessities of human justice. |
The power and the action of God-given dignity. |
One can not enter the gate if |
you hate. |
You gotta take the lead for the rest of the world, 87th is the street |
of knowledge. |
The streets of knowledge are all over the world. |
We got a |
possibility again of leading the world. |
Chi my Chi we gon ask you for safe |
passage for the kids to walk to school. |
Alright, my young homies, |
we got a mission to finish. |
We got the unborn that we got to provide the truth |
for |
I gotta be honest it’s so much different without you here |
But I have no fear |
I’ll see you when I get there |
To that city bright and fair |
You were all I needed you to be |
And now I thank you for all you gave for me |
So Father, I stretch my hands to Thee |
No other help I know |
If you withdraw yourself from me |
Somebody tell me where, oh where shall I go? |
Father, I stretch my hands to Thee |
No other help I know |
If you withdraw yourself from me |
Tell me where, oh where shall I go? |