Yo, we all a puzzle, pieces scattered and torn, Some missing jigsaw, others just straight worn, Ballin’ in the streets, but feelin’ so hollow, Chasin’ dreams, but damn, where the hell did they go?

Every soul’s a piece in this grand design,
Totus anima mea, yo, we gon’ shine,
Harvestin’ the vibes, stitch ‘em up right,

Some missing edges, like a person without pride, Others cracked and broken, but still they ride, Chicago’s where we live, grindin’ through the pain, Each piece we connect, we’ll never be the same.

People playin’ games, while we workin'...