Westside in the Rain

Westside in the rain, no poncho for pain
Hardball played the way they bury saints
Dreaming in them alleyways, believing in a brighter day
Just to see Kedzie without caution tape
Westside in the rain, no poncho for pain
Hardball played the way they bury saints
Dreaming in them alleyways, believing in a brighter day
Just to see Kedzie without caution tape
All of my exes live on the Southside
Where only half the homicide make the headlines
Mama begging me to head home
I spent too many nights with the same clothes I had on
Hardheaded barely got my head on, but I take it head on
I am a cloud, I am a sound
I am a profound, pro-black pronoun
Malcolm X raised on that straight Motown
Pulaski be my mecca, Cicero — alpha, omega
Jumping caution tape like checkers
Mama King me when I mess up
They say we ain’t got grass, I’m leaving seeds all down the Ave
Not a preacher, I’m just praying out loud for myself
I seen a lot of things on the Westside change
With tearstains on my brain through the Westside rain
I’m willing to show you the place where I growed up
Look over your shoulder, my city ain’t like yours, no
Take the green line train through the Westside rain
Westside in the rain, no poncho for pain
Hardball played the way they bury saints
Dreaming in them alleyways, believing in a brighter day
Just to see Kedzie without caution tape
Westside, Westside
Westside, Westside
Bop to the left, bop to the right
Turn it all around, hey
Westside, Westside, worldwide, worldwide
Ah, ah
Westside, Westside, Westside, Westside
Worldwide, worldwide, worldwide, worldwide
Ay, ay
Bop to the left, bop to the right
Do it all around, hey
Westside, Westside, I am a town
Westside in the rain, no poncho for pain
Hardball played the way they bury saints
Dreaming in them alleyways, believing in a brighter day
Just to see Kedzie without caution tape
Oh, Westside, oh