Текст песни COMMON - It's Your World (Part 1 & 2)
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Текст песни COMMON - It's Your World (Part 1 & 2)
Verse 1Night blows, stoves don't work.Hoes at work.A warrior, so I wear 'em on my shirt.Wish I was free as J wasI spend the day buzzed( )Trippin off hypes,wishin for nights in different flavors.The age of Cain and Big Daddy(something) body Caddies,Uncles named Larryit really never grabbed me.My mother gave birthbut she really never had me.Left to the hood to play daddy.Raised by niggas named Butch, Screwed, of Be-BeWith wieght, so they weigh they,status on the streets,license plates that say theyMottoThis is Chicago in the hay-daySimilar to Good Times,I guess that I was Jay-Jay.A skinny niggaYoung girls with penny figuresSo many niggasstacked upon each otherIt's the black upon each otherthat we love so muchWonder how many of usis drugs gon' touch.Used to gangbang,aint really thug that muchrather have some thick broadsin the dust to clutch.Went to school in Baton Rouge for a couple of yearsmy college career got downwith a couple of beers.Came back homenow I gotta pay back loanssame nigga, same blocksame shit they on.Only thing different quickerthey click that chromein my defenseyo, I had to hit that zone.Man to manI'm good workin' with my handsMy generation never understoodworkin' for the man.Andof being broke, I aint a fannow I stand in the same spotas my old man.My life I plannednot to be on this cornerI still wanna see California,But this is my world.ChorusIt'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 2Life and death blow around usFour-pounds and poundsa verb from out-of-townersit's hard to stay grounded.We stay highthat's why old-folks down usLost, nobody found usThe force that surrounds us.Aint wit usthey get us on the ground and hit uswe paint pictures of the changeunder they names and scriptures.Removed from Earthonly to return through birthKnew this girl, sellin' her bodywish she knew what it was worth.Between God and trashLookin' in every car that passWith a walk that she (something, something).To milk niggas, she was breast fedShe know dairy,so she say cheese to get bread.In the ar-e (area) where it'smore weaves and less dreadsKind of scaryamongst these and baseheads.Said it was her toes,but I could tell her soul hurt, she was cold turkgrowin' up she got to know hurt very well.In the world where self-hate is overtHer step-father (blank ity blank)so her mother used strife.She got to like like-minded niggaswho like crimes and figuresDoin' white lines and liquorSee hard times and kicked her.In the assit used to be thickerlife is fastsome choose to be quicker.I remember in high schoolshe had a passion to singnow she see herselfin a casket in dreams.These are the children of crack and rap(Unknown)self-esteemyo we forgot the dream.On our Jeffersons ya'llbut we forgot the themein the Chiwe even rootin for a garbage team.This queen,never seen herself on this cornerShe still wanna see CaliforniaBut this is her world.Chorus