It's Your World (part 1&2) Lyrics - Be - Common

Night Blows, Stoves don't work, Hoes at work 

A warrior, so I wear 'em on my shirt 

Wish I was free as Che was, I spend a day buzzed 

Tripping on heights, wishing for Nikes in different flavors 

The age of Kane and Big Daddy, shown by the 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 niggaz named Butch through the bay bay 

With waists 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 niggaz, stacked upon each other 

It's the black upon each other that we love so much 

Wonder how many of us, these drugs gonna touch 

Used to gangbang, ain't really thug that much 

Rather have some thick broads then the dutch to clutch 

Went to school in Baton Rouge for a couple of years 

My college career got downed with a couple of beers 

Came back home, now I gotta pay back loans 

Same nigga, same block, same shit they own 

Only thing different, quicker, they click that chrome 

In my defense, yo I had to hit that zone 

Man to man, I'm good working with my hands 

My generation never understood working for the man 

And, of being broke I ain't 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 

"It's your world" 

Yeah 

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Life and death law around us 

Four pounds and pounds a verb from out of towners 

It's hard to stay grounded 

We stay high, thats why old folks down us 

Lost, nobody found us, the force that surrounds us 

Ain't with us, they get us on the ground and hit us 

We paint pictures of the chains under their names and scriptures 

Removed from earth, only to return through birth 

Knew this girl selling her body, wish she knew what it was worth. 

Between God and trash, looking in every car that pass 

With a walk that suggests head, to milk niggaz she was breastfed 

She know dairy so she say cheese to get bread 

In the area where it's more weaves and less dreads 

Kinda scary, amongst thieves and base-heads 

Said it was her toes, but I could tell her soul hurt 

She was cold turk, growing up she got to know hurt 

very well in a world where self hate is overt 

Her step-father that he was ike, so her mother he striked 

she got to like like minded niggaz, who liked crimes and figures 

Doing white lines and liquor, see hard times had 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 done lack 

Self-esteem, yo we forgot the dream 

On our Jefferson's y'all but we forgot the theme 

In the Chi, we even rooting for a garbage team 

This queen never seen herself on this Corner 

She still wanna see California 

But this is her world 

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Be, be here, be there, be that, be this 

Be grateful for life, be grateful to life 

Be gleeful everyday, for being the best swimmer among 500, 000 

Be-nign, be you, be mom's mean pie, be little black sambo With bad hair 

Be aware of what a lynch is, Be, be boundless energy 

Be a four star ghetto general, be no one except I 

Be a strong academic student, be an A student in sociology 

Be food for thought to the growing mind, be the author of your own horoscope 

Be invited, be long-living, be forgiving, be not forgetful 

Be a proud run, only to return to fight another day 

Be peaceful if possible, but justice in ways (?) 

Be high when you low, be on time but knowing to go 

Be cautious of the road to college, taking a detour through Vietnam or the middle east 

Be absent of wars at any past or present fought amongst themselves 

Be visual of foreclosure over your shoulder while begging 

A nation built on free labor for reparation, Be a cartopogropher 

Be a map maker, be able to find afro-american man 

search thoroughly it may be close to black man 

Be ammended 5/5ths, be ammended 5/5ths human 

Be the owner of more land than is set aside for wild life 

Be cupid, to world government 

Be found among the truth, lost tribe 

Be at full strength when walking through the valley 

Be not foolish as tender 18 of the mountain tops 

Be a brilliant soul, sparkling in the galaxy while walking on earth 

Be loved by God as much as God loved Ghandi and Martin Luther King 

Be that last one of 144, 000, be the resident of that twelfth house 

Be... eternal!