Cocaine/death cold and snow white/blood streams hot and rose red. Young
folks are lying in the gutter dead/and the streets of Chi Town are running red/with the blood of its children.
Callie at fourteen is a woman grown/once had a man to call her own/he’s been shot, now he’s gone/because of the bad thing he went and done.
Now there is a baby on the way/going to be born most any day. A dirty ally was Callie’s wedding bed/just another poor mother that’s unwed/because she never listened to a word her parents said/and the streets of Chi Town are flowing red with the blood of its children.
Her man was just starting to shave/but now he’s lying in a cold lonely grave. Young Callie is trying the best to save/a little money for her child. Being a street walker in the night can never make anything right. So she deals a little of the death white/knowing that it’s not all sweetness and light.
For her there is no other game to play/her belly is growing bigger every day. Because there’s a baby on the way/she has become a ganger’s prey.
In her dreams, her man is still around/instead of lying dead like a hound/in
the cold and bloody ground of Chi Town.
Her man James put the blankets on his own bed/and now his lying cold and dead/and the treets of Chi Town are running red with the blood of its children.
After dark in Seneca park/looks like all the cops have fled/and he streets of Chi Town are running bright red/with the blood of its children. The gangers own the town at night. The drugs they sell are a blight/sapping the will of any who’ll fight. Those that stand for something right/end with an alley as their burial site.
The ghetto streets are a war zone/A wooden box is the war lord’s throne. His warriors are only half-grown/but their faces are well known/in the ugly streets of Chi Town.
Old folks huddle in the dark/listening to guns go off in the park/pray to make it through the night/pray to live until the morning light.
Young James got killed in a drive by. He never had a chance to say goodbye. Callie watched without a tear in her eye. She couldn’t take the time to cry.
Because its dog eat dog/and only the strong will thrive. She would do anything to stay alive. Selling drugs is hard way to survive/but that’s the only game there is to play/when you have a baby on the way.
A young woman with child is lying dead/with two bullets in her pretty little head/and the streets of Chi Town are running red/with the blood of its children.
Cocaine/death cold and snow white/blood streams hot and rose red. Young folks are lying in the gutter dead/and the streets of Chi Town are running red/with the blood of its children.