It's Your World (Part 1 & 2)

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 Nikes in different flavors

The age of Kane and Big Daddy, short-body 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 **** named Butch, Scoot or Bae-Bae

With weight so they weigh they status on the streets

License plates that say they motto

This is Chicago in the heyday

Similar to Good Times, I guess that I was JJ

A skinny ****, young girls with Penny figures

So many ****, 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 and a 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 ****, 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 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

(It's your world)

(It's your world)

(It's your world)

(It's your world)

Life and death flow around us

Four pounds and pounds of bird 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 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 **** 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, growin' up she got to know hurt

Very well in a world where self-hate is overt

Her stepfather thought he was Ike, so her mother he'd strike

She got to like like-minded ****, 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 that 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

(It's your world)

(It's your world)

(It's your world)

(It's your world)

(I wanna be a pediatrician)

(I wanna be a governor)

(I want to be a artist)

(I wanna be a veterinarian)

(I wanna be a model)

(I wanna be a doctor)

(I wanna be a ballet dancer)

(I wanna be a football player)

(I wanna be a astronaut)

(I wanna be a obstetrician)

(I wanna be a doctor)

(I wanna be a nurse)

(I want to be a gym teacher)

(I wanna be a fashion designer)

(I wanna be a architect)

(I want to be a duck)

(I wanna be a wrestler)

(I wanna be a dancer)

(I wanna be the first African-American female president)

(I wanna be a police officer)

(I wanna be a rock star)

(I wanna be a gymnastics teacher)

(I wanna be a captain of a police station)

(I wanna be a drummer)

(I wanna be an actress)

(I wanna be a superstar)

(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)

(Benign, be you, be mom's mean pie)

(Be little black Sambo with bad hair)

(Be aware of Willie Lynchism)

(Be, be boundless energy)

(Be a four-star ghetto general, be no one except I)

(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 at any rate)

(Be high when you low, be on-time but know when to go)

(Be cautious of the road to college, takin' a detour through Vietnam or the Middle East)

(Be visual of foreclosure over your shoulder while beggin')

(A nation built on free labor for reparation)

(Be a car-topographer)

(A map maker, be able to find Afro-American land)

(Search thoroughly, it may be close to black land)

(Be amended, five-fifths, be amended, five-fifths human)

(Be the owner of more land than is set aside for wildlife)

(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 temporary king of the mountain top)

(Be a brilliant soul, sparkling in the galaxy while walking on Earth)

(Be loved by God as much as God loved Gandhi and Martin Luther King)

(Be that last one of 144,000, be the resident of the twelfth house)

(Be eternal)