Chicago Wind - Adrian Younge

Chicago wind, the chances, a right for running thin

Running Street, doing crime, got honey in the money but your lost your mind

Oh, Lord, your mamma cry

Talking trash but Jimmy’s past, fall humble in the rumble

And make your dash, oh child

You’re running wild, calling shots while the heat is hot

Sight an ice cold bullet but you got caught this time

Corn drop the dime

Chicago wind, the chances for life are running thin

Chicago wind, your soldiers sold their right to live