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    It's Your World
    (专辑: Be - 2005)
    
    [Verse 1]  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   [Chorus Repeated Overlapping:]  "It's your world"   [Common] Yeah   [Verse 2]  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   [Chorus repeated several times]   [Kids stating their dreams]   ['POPS']  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!  
 
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