Common - High Expectations lyrics

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Unattached and calm  sundaes and pills I palm
 with intentions to make it to the league
 Intrigued by two letter cars  SE's and GS'ses
 On the court niggaz I leave like messages
 Plagued by this ball player exorcist
 It's sort of foul how the world be reffin us
 Kenny is our Moses in this five on five Exodus
 For the game of life  full courts ain't preppin us
 Schools want me  but the ghost of Manigault haunts me
 Plus they wanna crib me, way out in the country
 I'm city like street lights and some games that be fights
 Never worked on my left so it's hard to be right
 Either rich poor or Mike is who I wanna be like
 Story of many black males that I refuse to rewrite

 Yo, brothers opinions is Bias-ed, like Len
 that I'll end up like Ben, Wilson, still some pretend to be friends
 Beneath the grin I see the ?gin spoke up and assure a?
 More so than my soul, my jump shot is purer
 People play juror, I witness the fall of legends
 Once was the joint now they restin got a God given present
 My gallant talent is like a magic
 trick turned by a chick with a bad habit
 Opportunity to move I grab it
 Me and my moms have static, now I wreak Hennesey and havoc
 Man to man talks with Kenny, send me to a zone
 Been on my own for so long, my vocal tone's grown
 Competition gets blown like speakers
 when I cross her like Jesus out of bleachers, broads and beepers
 Yeah I boogey it's all good, but it could be better
 Want to stay eighteen forever
 But now I stay on point like Rod in this Strickland
 If Brooklyn courts was the canvas, then I would be the big man

 From thoughts that pennies bring, I assemble teams like the Kenny Kings
 Think fast over breaks, dialect I'm dribbling
 Remembering, night posters of Moses and the Supreme Court
 Realizing, that rap and life are team sports
 I follow deep thoughts
 Moves never perceived thought lyrical Johnny Cochran
 cause of the way I free thought
 The system make a nigga think to make it that he need sports
 or either to the tip he gotta resort
 my seed'll be taught to start his own
 In the, George Carter zone
 Don't wanna be a dope MC living in his momma's home
 Or speaking to my fans in a starving artist tone
 Unknown zones I roam with mind architechter
 Spark the lecture, emphasizing to let God direct ya
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Publisher: Loud Records, LLC, Relativity, Sony BMG Music Entertainment


Released in: 2007

Language: English

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