Текст песни Common - High Expectations
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Yo, yo, check itUnattached and calm, sundaes and pills I palmwith intentions to make it to the leagueIntrigued by two-letter cars, SE`s and GS`sesOn the court niggaz I leave like messagesPlagued by this ball-player exorcistIt`s sort of foul how the world be reffin usKenny is our Moses in this five-on-five ExodusFor the game of life, full courts ain`t preppin usSchools want me, but the ghost of Manigault haunts mePlus they wanna crib me, way out in the countryI`m city like street lights and some games that be fightsNever worked on my left so it`s hard to be rightEither rich poor or Mike is who I wanna be likeStory of many black males that I refuse to rewriteYo, brothers opinions is Bias-ed, like Lenthat I`ll end up like Ben, Wilson, still some pretend to be friendsBeneath the grin I see the ?gin spoke up and assure a?More so than my soul, my jump shot is purerPeople play juror, I witness the fall of legendsOnce was the joint now they restin got a God given presentMy gallant talent is like a magictrick turned by a chick with a bad habitOpportunity to move I grab itMe and my moms have static, now I wreak Hennesey and havocMan to man talks with Kenny, send me to a zoneBeen on my own for so long, my vocal tone`s grownCompetition gets blown like speakerswhen I cross her like Jesus out of bleachers, broads and beepersYeah I boogey it`s all good, but it could be betterWant to stay eighteen foreverBut now I stay on point like Rod in this StricklandIf Brooklyn courts was the canvas, then I would be the big manFrom thoughts that pennies bring, I assemble teams like the Kenny KingsThink fast over breaks, dialect I`m dribblingRemembering, night posters of Moses and the Supreme CourtRealizing, that rap and life are team sportsI follow deep thoughtsMoves never perceived thought lyrical Johnny Cochrancause of the way I free thoughtThe system make a nigga think to make it that he need sportsor either to the tip he gotta resortmy seed`ll be taught to start his ownIn the, George Carter zoneDon`t wanna be a dope MC living in his momma`s homeOr speaking to my fans in a starving artist toneUnknown zones I roam with mind architechterSpark the lecture, emphasizing to let God direct ya