Adrian Younge - Chicago Wind lyrics

[Verse:] Chicago wind, the chances, a right for running thin [x2] 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