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Common f/ 'POPS' - It's Your World lyrics
[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
 Trippin on heights, wishin for nights in different flavors
 The age of Kane and Big Daddy,shown by the 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 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
 Similiar 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 workin with my hands
 My generation never understood workin for the man
 And, of bein 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 sorrounds 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 niggaz she was breastfed
 She know dairy so she say cheese to get bread
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 Kinda scary, amongst theives and base-heads
 Said it was her toes, but I could tell her soul hurt
 She was colder (?), growin up she got to know hurt
 very well in a world where self hate is overt
 Her step-father that he was aite, so her mother he striked
 she got to like like minded niggaz, 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 done 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
[Chorus repeated several times]
[Kids stating their dreams]
 ['POPS']
 Be, be here, be there, be that, be this
 Be greatful for life, be greatful to life
 Be gleeful everyday, for bein 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 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 in ways (?)
 Be high when you low, be on time but knowin to go
 Be cautious of the road to college, takin 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 beggin
 A nation built on free labor for reperation, 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, sparklin in the galaxy while walkin 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!













