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Chicago Cry For The Lost

chance. Everyone, understand In our hearts and our mind, You know there's nothing left to hide, We're already there. I used to cry. Cry for the lost

. Everyone, understand In our hearts and our mind, You know there's nothing left to hide, We're already there. I used to cry. Cry for the lost I was

chance. Everyone, understand In our hearts and our mind, You know there's nothing left to hide, We're already there. I used to cry. Cry for the lost

Indian Chief's name was Spirit, made of fire and mystic And depicted in red, like sea of angels, and hieroglyphics Alcatraz zone, Al Capone, Chicago

back to my crib, kissed Matilda goodbye She started to cry, the sight brought tears to my eys The next day made my connection, check my directon My flight to Chicago

we want And let's not cry When it's over When I leave Our thing won't die If you really understand Then come right over to me We can play together for

the pen ain't for me, 'cause I'd rather die But don't cry through your despair I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggaz on welfare And who cares

for me to live A young girl like me, raised up in a good family Way too young to endure such misery And every night I cry myself to sleep from all the

back to my crib, kissed Matilda goodbye She started to cry, the sight brought tears to my eys The next day made my connection, check my directon My flight to Chicago