Common

Common - My City songtekst

Je score:
The state of confusion
 The style I'm using is free
 Or at least it would be if my mind was
 Peep I'm behind cause
 I didn't handle my function while in high school
 Although I was cool
 The hood I live in ain't that proper
 Cause a cop a stop ya
 And have you at a hundred and eleventh before you can say not guilty
 I'm not filthy
 Nor am I rich
 Ain't that a bitch
 Like life is
 Not your wife is
 See that your better halve
 Do your math
 And peep that two halves make a whole
 And all I have to hold
 Is my self pride
 So these streets I strive
 Like a Black Panther
 Asking can the
 situation get much worst
 All I do is try to appeal to the masses
 As the phrase keep it real passes
 The teeth of too many phoney individuals
 Snakes, that smooth like criminals
 They create chemicals
 That the Earth hate
 Doing their damndest to decrease my birth rate
 I'd settle for lesser knowing I'm worth wait
 Or at least my weight in precious gems
 So I'm steadily steadly steadly
 Trying to lose my religion, like R E M
 Created in His own image so are we him?
 And through all this crises
 Shid(Shit) I wonder where Christ is
 Well he damn sure not in K town or the wild hundreds
 Where they broadcast G.D. till the world blow-up
 And Stone run it
 Hunted by police for display in state vile cages
 Come out to make minimum wages
 And with a desiese that are contagious
 It is fucking outrages
 The amounts of Black and Brown they lock up
 But the Most High encourages me to put the glock up
 And Stock up on do for self knowledge
 A brother couldn't afford to go to collage
 So I had to learn form the school of hard knock
 On the hard blocks of the Chi
 Even I, think about moving out to River Oaks
 As my liver soaks
 In mad Hennesy
 Cause I got a bad tendency
 To do a lot of drinking
 Now I do a lot of thinking
 Blinking, was your third eye
 When you heard I
 was one of the chosen one
 Industry doors keep closing
 (sing) Watch the closing doors
 Niggas want a record deal
 But can they deal with a record?
 Cause once they get rich
 They tend to switch
 Like a sissy
 Please miss me
 With all that bullshit you popping
 This knowledge I'm gonna keep dropping
 Even if you had one of them red octagon
 Motherfuckers say Mylik how you make your living?
 I say by breathing oxygen
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Auteur: ?

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Publisher: Relativity

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1997

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: One Day It'll All Make Sense (1997)

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