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

歌詞

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 Trippin' on heights, wishin' for Nikes in different flavors The age of Kane and Big Daddy, short-body Caddies Uncles named Larry, that never really grabbed me My mother gave birth but she really never had me Left to the hood to play daddy Raised by niggas named Butch, Scoot or Bae-Bae With weight so they weigh they status on the streets License plates that say they, motto This is Chicago in the heyday Similar to Good Times, I guess that I was JJ 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, these drugs gonna touch Used to gangbang, ain't 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 downed with a couple of beers Came back home, now I gotta pay back loans Same nigga, same block, 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 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 It's your world It's your world It's your world Life and death flow around us Four pounds and pounds of bird 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 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 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 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, growin' up she got to know hurt Very well in a world where self hate is overt Her stepfather thought he was Ike, so her mother he strike She got to like like-minded niggas, who liked crimes and figures Doin' 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 that lack Self-esteem, yo we forgot the dream On our Jeffersons y'all 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 It's your world It's your world It's your world It's your world I wanna be a pediatrician I wanna be a governor I want to be a artist I wanna be a veterinarian I wanna be a model I wanna be a doctor I wanna be a ballet dancer I wanna be a football player I wanna be a astronaut I wanna be a obstetrician I wanna be a doctor I wanna be a nurse I want to be a gym teacher I wanna be a architect I want to be a duck I wanna be a wrestler I wanna be a dancer I wanna be the first African-American female president I wanna be a police officer I wanna be a rock star I wanna be a gymnastics teacher I wanna be a captain of a police station I wanna be a drummer I wanna be an actress I wanna be a superstar 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 Willie Lynch-ism Be, be boundless energy Be a four star ghetto general, be no one except I Be food for thought to the growin 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 at any rate Be high when you low, be on time but know when to go Be cautious of the road to college, taking a detour through Vietnam or the Middle East Be visual of foreclosure over your shoulder while beggin A nation built on free labor for reparation, Be a cartographer A map maker, be able to find Afro-American land Search thoroughly, it may be close to black land Be amended 5/5ths, be amended 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 temporary king of the mountain top Be a brilliant soul, sparkling in the galaxy while walking on earth Be loved by God as much as God loved Gandhi and Martin Luther King Be that last one of 144,000, be the resident of that twelfth house Be... eternal