It's Your World (Part 1 & 2) lyrics

Artist	Common
Album(s)	Be

Lyrics

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

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