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[Verse 1]Night Blows, Stoves don`t work, Hoes at workA warrior, so I wear `em on my shirtWish I was free as Che was,I spend a day buzzedTrippin on heights, wishin for nights in different flavorsThe age of Kane and Big Daddy,shown by the caddiesUncles named Larry, that never really grabbed meMy mother gave birth but she really never had meLeft to the hood to play daddyRaised by niggaz named Butch through the bay bayWith waists so they weigh they status on the streetsLicense plates that say they, motto This is Chicago in the hay daySimiliar to Good Times, I guess that I was Jay JayA skinny nigga, young girls with penny figuresSo many niggaz, stacked upon each otherIt`s the black upon each other that we love so muchWonder how many of us, these drugs gonna touchUsed to gangbang, ain`t really thug that muchRather have some thick broads then the dutch to clutchWent to school in Baton Rouge for a couple of yearsMy college career got downed with a couple of beersCame back home, now I gotta pay back loansSame nigga, same block, same shit they ownOnly thing different, quicker, they click that chromeIn my defense, yo I had to hit that zoneMan to man, I`m good workin with my handsMy generation never understood workin for the manAnd, of bein broke I ain`t a fanNow I stand in the same spot, as my old manMy life I planned not to be on this cornerI still wanna see CaliforniaBut this is my world[Chorus Repeated Overlapping:]"It`s your world"[Common] Yeah[Verse 2]Life and death law around usFour pounds and pounds a verb from out of townersIt`s hard to stay groundedWe stay high, thats why old folks down usLost, nobody found us, the force that sorrounds usAin`t with us, they get us on the ground and hit usWe paint pictures of the chains under their names and scripturesRemoved from earth, only to return through birthKnew this girl sellin her body, wish she knew what it was worth.Between God and trash, lookin in every car that passWith a walk that suggests head, to milk niggaz she was breastfedShe know dairy so she say cheese to get breadIn the area where it`s more weaves and less dreadsKinda scary, amongst theives and base-headsSaid it was her toes, but I could tell her soul hurtShe was colder (?), growin up she got to know hurtvery well in a world where self hate is overtHer step-father that he was aite, so her mother he strikedshe got to like like minded niggaz, who liked crimes and figuresDoin white lines and liquor, see hard times had kicked herIn the ass, it used to be thickerLife is fast, some choose to be quickerI remember in high school she had a passion to singNow she see herself in a casket in dreamsThese are the children of crack and rap, blacks done lackSelf-esteem, yo we forgot the dreamOn our jeffersons y`all but we forgot the themeIn the Chi, we even rootin for a garbage teamThis queen never seen herself on this CornerShe still wanna see CaliforniaBut this is her world[Chorus repeated several times][Kids stating their dreams][`POPS`]Be, be here, be there, be that, be thisBe greatful for life, be greatful to lifeBe gleeful everyday, for bein the best swimmer among 500,000Be-nign, be you, be mom`s mean pie, be little black sambo With bad hairBe aware of what a lynch is, Be, be boundless energyBe a four star ghetto general, be no one except IBe a strong academic student, be an A student in sociologyBe food for thought to the growin mind, be the author of your own horoscopeBe invited, be long-living, be forgiving, be not forgetfulBe a proud run, only to return to fight another dayBe peaceful if possible, but justice in ways (?)Be high when you low, be on time but knowin to goBe cautious of the road to college, takin a detour through vietnam or the middle eastBe absent of wars at any past or present fought amongst themselvesBe visual of foreclosure over your shoulder while begginA nation built on free labor for reperation, Be a cartopogropherBe a map maker, be able to find afro-american mansearch thoroughly it may be close to black manBe ammended 5/5ths, be ammended 5/5ths humanBe the owner of more land than is set aside for wild lifeBe cupid, to world governmentBe found among the truth, lost tribeBe at full strength when walking through the valleyBe not foolish as tender 18 of the mountain topsBe a brilliant soul, sparklin in the galaxy while walkin on earthBe loved by God as much as God loved Ghandi and Martin Luther KingBe that last one of 144,000, be the resident of that twelfth houseBe....eternal!

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