Night blows, stoves don't work.
Hoes at work.
A warrior, so I wear 'em on my shirt.
Wish I was free as J was
I 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 Larry
it really never grabbed me.
My mother gave birth
but she really never had me.
Left to the hood to play daddy.
Raised by niggas named
Butch, Screwed, of Be-Be
With wieght, 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 niggas
stacked upon each other
It's the black upon each other
that we love so much
Wonder how many of us
is drugs gon' touch.
Used to gangbang,
aint really thug that much
rather have some thick broads
in the dust to clutch.
Went to school in Baton Rouge
for a couple of years
my college career got down
with a couple of beers.
Came back home
now I gotta pay back loans
same nigga, same block
same shit they on.
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 being broke, I aint 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
It'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 2
Life and death blow around us
Four-pounds and pounds
a verb from out-of-towners
it's hard to stay grounded.
We stay high
that's why old-folks down us
Lost, nobody found us
The force that surrounds us.
Aint wit us
they get us on the ground and hit us
we paint pictures of the change
under they 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 she (something, something).
To milk niggas, she was breast fed
She know dairy,
so she say cheese to get bread.
In the ar-e (area) where it's
more weaves and less dreads
Kind of scary
amongst these and baseheads.
Said it was her toes,
but I could tell her soul hurt,
she was cold turk
growin' up she got to know hurt very well.
In the world where
self-hate is overt
Her step-father thought he was ike
so her mother he'd strike
She got to like like-minded niggas
who like crimes and figures
Doin' white lines and liquor
See hard times and 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
(Unknown)
self-esteem
yo we forgot the dream.
On our Jeffersons ya'll
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.
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