D.C.

In the city of chiefs, everyone's in charge.
In the city of chiefs, from the gutter to the roof, it's pinkies up.
In the city of chiefs, everyone's on the make so everyone smiles on guard.
In the city of chiefs, flesh is brutalized in swanky digs away from the wives and sometimes along side them.
In the city of chiefs, children are brokered by fathers in nice jackets and perfect hair.
Whatever it takes to establish and maintain.
In the city of chiefs, all are shiny-shoed savages.