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

Tripping on heights, wishing for Nikes in different flavors

The age of Kane and Big Daddy, short-body Caddys

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 niggas 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 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 these drugs gonna touch

Used to gang bang, ain't really thug that much

Rather have some thick broads than 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 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 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) Yeah

(Oh, it's your world)

(Your world, your world)

(It's your world)

(It's your world)

(It's your world)

(Oh, it's your world)

(Your world, your world)

(It's your world) Yeah

Life and death blow around us

Four pounds and pounds of 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

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 niggas 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 step-father that he was Ike, so her mother he strikes

She got to like like minded niggas, 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 Jefferson's 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) Yeah

(Oh, it's your world)

(Your world, your world)

(It's your world)

(It's your world)

(It's your world)

(Oh, it's your world)

(Your world, your world)

(It's your world)

I wanna be a pediatrician

I wanna be a governor

I want to be a artist

I want to 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 Lynch-ism

Be, be boundless energy

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

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 at any rate

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

Be cautious of the road to college, taking 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 cartographer

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

Search thoroughly, it may be close to black land

Be amended 5/5ths, be amended 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 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 that twelfth house

Be, eternal