“YOU KNOW WHAT THE MIDWEST IS?
YOUNG AND RESTLESS.
WHERE RESTLESS NIGGAS MIGHT SNATCH YOUR NECKLACE OR JACK YOUR LEXUS.”
— YE DIABLOS OF CHICAGO
The devils of Chicago, Chicago at the heart of the lower 48, the trap state of America.
Chicago a city born in sin, where even the wind is hostile.
Jesus does walk, but the devil stalks.
The devil first took up residence in Chicago in 1890 on 12th and Michigan Avenue.
The corruption and murder suits the devil quite well. No need to worry about the Candyman, he was banished from Cabrini Green when the projects were torn down; but in his loins he left behind many seeds.
The new residence of his offspring reside in Englewood, the home of Drill music. Dope boys with dreaded manes bare adorned teeth like lions. Chiraq girls push Dracos in their Gracos.
Downtown the skyscrapers hide the sin of the city from the peering eyes of the gods.
The blue and whites don’t patrol, only trucks.
Chicago, Chi Town, Chiraq, the Second City will gratify all sins:
Wrath, Greed, Lust, Sloth, Pride, Gluttony, and Envy.
New York is the city that never sleeps. Chicago is the city that will put you to sleep.
Our motto: “EITHER YOU ARE AT THE TABLE, OR ON THE MENU.”
Hollywood may produce the best dramas, but Chicago produces thrillers!
I, BABYLON, will take you on a journey where we will follow seven people indulging in sin.
DARKNESS FALLS ACROSS THE CHI.
THE MIDNIGHT HOUR IS CLOSE AT HAND.
NIGGAS RIDE IN SEARCH OF BLOOD.
TO TERRORIZE YALLS NEIGHBORHOODS.
AND WHOM EVER SHALL BE FOUND, WITHOUT THE HEAT FOR GETTING DOWN,
MUST STAND AND FACE THE HOUNDS OF HELL.
ROCKS INSIDE A CLUCKERS SHELL.
THE BLUE AND WHITES SQUEAL IN SHEER DELIGHT. IT’S YOU THEY SPY,
SO DUMB, SO HIGH.
THE BULLETS ARE HARD TO BEAT.
RETURN FIRE ON FROM CRIPS, AND CRUSH YOU WITH TRIGGERS GRIPPED.
THE FOULEST LOUD STENCH IN THE AIR, DANK SHARED AMONG 40 PEERS.
GRIZZLY GOONS FROM EVERY TOMB, ARE CLOSING IN TO SEAL YOUR DOOM.
ALTHOUGH YOU FIGHT TO STAY ALIVE, YOUR BODY STARTS TO SHIVER, FOR NO MORTAL MAN CAN RESIST
THE EVIL OF CHICAGO THRILLERS.
This is the first of a series of essays I’m writing about my hometown–Chicago.