Chicago
Category | Cities
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Picked up mail and found out I was headed to Chicago
On the way, I'm pondering and planning where shall I go
The better idea is to put my soul into her control
Truck's parked at the Petro; she kidnaps me and plays her role
First stop is downtown; we shoot up the Willis Tower
We talk about the city and all its hip hop power
Common, Twista, Chief Keef, Ye, just to name a few
Descending from the clouds; hunger hit me out the blue
Chi's baby dragged me to Grant Park to let our thoughts penetrate
NYC does it better, but the Windy City's pizza's hella straight
I said, "I'm leaving tomorrow"; she replied, "Your schedule is bogus"
Soon, on to the next city; my travel habits are robust
She took me for a drive to see some city sights
Navy Pier, west side, Humboldt and Orland Park, Chicago Heights
On the way back we somehow ended up on Cicero
"I've never been in a truck"; I said, "Say it isn't so!"
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-"Ahhh...I miss home" -Liz | Jacksonville, FL
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