Common
Common - It's Your World (Part 1 &; 2) songtekst
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It's Your World Lyrics Verse 1 Night blows, stoves don't work. Hoes at work. Glorious, so I wear 'em on my shirt. Wish I was free as che was I spend the day buzzed Trippin off hypes, wishin for nights in different flavors. The age of Cain and Big Daddy (in big) body Caddies, Uncles named Larry that really never grabbed me. My mother gave birth but she really never had me. Left to the hood to play daddy. Raised by niggas named Butch, Boo and Be-Be With wieght, so they weigh they, status on the streets, license plates that say they Motto This is Chicago in the hay-day Similar to Good Times, I guess that I was Jay-Jay. A skinny nigga Young girls with penny figures So many niggas stacked upon each other It's the black upon each other that we love so much Wonder how many of us is drugs gon' touch. Used to gangbang, aint really thug that much rather have some thick broads and a dutch to clutch. Went to school in Baton Rouge for a couple of years my college career got down with a couple of beers. Came back home now I gotta pay back loans same niggas, same blocks same shit they on. Only thing different quicker they click that chrome in my defense yo, I had to hit that zone. Man to man I'm good workin' with my hands My generation never understood workin' for the man. And of being broke, I aint a fan now I stand in the same spot as my old man. My life I planned not to be on this corner I still wanna see California, But this is my world. Chorus It's your world (yeah) (It's your world, your world) It's your world (It's your world) It's your world (Oh, it's your world, your world) It's your world (Yeah) Verse 2 Life and death blow around us Four-pounds and pounds a verb from out-of-towners it's hard to stay grounded. We stay high that's why old-folks down us Lost, nobody found us The force that surrounds us. Aint wit us they get us on the ground and hit us we paint pictures of the change under they names and scriptures. Removed from Earth only to return through birth Knew this girl, sellin' her body wish she knew what it was worth. Between God and trash Lookin' in every car that pass With a walk that suggests head). To milk niggas, she was breast fed She know dairy, so she say cheese to get bread. In the ar-e (area) where it's more weaves and less dreads Kind of scary amongst theives and baseheads. Said it was her toes, but I could tell her soul hurt, she was cold turk growin' up she got to know hurt very well. In the world where self-hate is overt Her step-father thought he was ike so her mother he'd strike She got to like like-minded niggas who like crimes and figures Doin' white lines and liquor See hard times and kicked her. In the ass it used to be thicker life is fast some choose to be quicker. I remember in high school she had a passion to sing now she see herself in a casket in dreams. These are the children of crack and rap Blacks that lack self-esteem yo we forgot the dream. On our Jeffersons ya'll but we forgot the theme in the Chi we even rootin for a garbage team. This queen, never seen herself on this corner She still wanna see California But this is her world. Chorus