Summer Madness (feat. Common)

Is the sun in your eyes?

It's me again, No ID again, yeah, uh

Black heat on the streets of desire

Some got rich and some got priors

My dogs hop barbed wires and steal cars with pliers

Wanna see more and be more like the wire

Live via

Com from the city of Chi

But it's never quiet, huh?

This is the noise of suppliers and buyers

Gangbangers that should've retired, food from deep fryers

I'm getting high thinking how to reach higher

Bald but these broads is my Delilah

Samsung pictures, more spit scriptures

Shorties hold liquor, flows get richer

It gets thick like my bro's little sister

Hormones got 'em thicker quicker

Pure souls that become boa constrictors

Mixed up like elixirs

Trigger happy in the midst of

Is the sun in your eyes?

Summer madness

'Cause you're missing all the sights

But it's gonna be alright

It's summertime, **** bring the heat out

Gun talk is how summer start to speak out

Shorties bear arms 'cause don't nobody reach out

Young frames leak out, aunties freak out

The front porch is sorta like the beach house

**** running bases with their cleats out

Every week now, I'm getting texts about death

Leaving me out of breath

It's gonna be alright

I gotta step to the stairway to heaven, it started on 87

Barack was playing sermons by the Reverend Clay Evans

I never really took it in like them youngsters

It's how I looked at them, maybe I should look again

'Cause death and prison sentences ain't how their book should end

When you go outside you still gotta look within

You can't scare 'em straight 'cause they keep a crooked grin

I hate to say it's fate, look at what could've been in summer madness

Summertime got you blind

Yeah

I pray for your goddamn mind

It's summer madness

But it's gonna be alright

It goes on in Chitown, yeah

It's gonna be alright

Goes on in Detroit, ATL

It's gonna be alright

To my peoples up in Brooklyn true, yeah

It's gonna be alright

Out there in New York, Queens, Harlem

My West Coast people out in L.A., yeah

All the way to Alabama, you know, up there to Seattle

You know you got hoods all over