GRANT PARK 2008,
100 GRAND ON HAND HOLDIN’ HANDS AS 
HOPE SPRINGS ETERNALLY ACROSS THE LAND
FOR WHICH IT STANDS
CHANGE WAS AROUND THE CORNER
PUTTING TO REST THE GHOSTS OF CABRINI AND THE HORNERS
PROJECT MOURNERS TURNED POLITICAL SUPPORTERS
FINALLY PROGRESS WAS MOVING FORWARD
THEN CAME THE SCREAMS TO CLOSE THE BORDERS
AS A DOSE OF REALITY TURNED INTO A MALICE SCENE
TOPPLING THE BALANCE BEAM
EXPOSING THE FACE OF INTER RACIAL HATE
UNEMPLOYMENT RATES, NEW MILLENNIUM DEPRESSION AND RECESSION
LEFT PEOPLE DISCONNECTED FROM THE FREEDOMS THEY INVENTED
INCREASING THE TENSION FOR A SCAPEGOAT ELEMENT
WHO BETTER THAN A BLACK PRESIDENT?
SETTING THE PRECEDENT FOR FAILURE IN OUR PSYCHE
ALONG WITH OIL PIPE DREAMS
SO AMERICA I ASK NOW
THE BALL’S IN YOUR HANDS NOW
HOW WILL YOU ALLOW THIS GENERATION TO PASS DOWN?

My mind is a heavy fist
dealing with the pressure
waiting for the levy splits
fighting and shooting for the glory of men
wanting to bang Gloria Valez to Big Pimpin’
instead I was getting love fixes
from hoodrat chickens to Can I Kick It?
pitchin’ ducking thse cops guilty image
my sky had its limit
a ceiling with a glassy finish
right where God didn’t stop to listen
heaven was a gimmick and hell was my existence
imprinting the game on weight benches
writing the first line to my wake sentence
I practically raped penance to be an MC
then came the dirty deed,100 grand for 16 bars
like it was Ether time
and I’m wrong for being the one with a cleaner mind?