So, tell me about Chicago. I heard they ain't got Jim Crow up there. Black man can go where he wants.
Listen, boy, you can't be believin' everythin' that you hear. Town'll fill yo' head up with this make-believe, but me and yo' cousin? We gon' give it to you straight. Chicago ain't shit but Mississippi with tall buildings instead of plantations.
And that's why we came back home: Figured we might as well deal with the devil we know.

