Song | My City |
Artist | Common |
Album | One Day It'll All Make Sense |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
My City | |
[featuring mylik yusef] | |
This the city of chicago | |
The state of confusion | |
The style i'm using is free | |
Or at least it would be if my mind was | |
Peep i'm behind cause | |
I didn't handle my function while in high school | |
Although i was cool | |
The hood i live in ain't that proper | |
Cause a cop a stop ya | |
And have you at a hundred and eleventh before you can say not guilty | |
I'm not filthy | |
Nor am i rich | |
Ain't that a bitch | |
Like life is | |
Not your wife is | |
See that your better halve | |
Do your math | |
And peep that two halves make a whole | |
And all i have to hold | |
Is my self pride | |
So these streets i strive | |
Like a black panther | |
Asking can the | |
Situation get much worst | |
All i do is try to appeal to the masses | |
As the phrase keep it real passes | |
The teeth of too many phoney individuals | |
Snakes, that smooth like criminals | |
They create chemicals | |
That the earth hate | |
Doing their damndest to decrease my birth rate | |
I'd settle for lesser knowing i'm worth wait | |
Or at least my weight in precious gems | |
So i'm steadily steadly steadly | |
Trying to lose my religion, like r e m | |
Created in his own image so are we him? | |
And through all this crises | |
Shid(shit) i wonder where christ is | |
Well he damn sure not in k town or the wild hundreds | |
Where they broadcast g.d. till the world blow-up | |
And stone run it | |
Hunted by police for display in state vile cages | |
Come out to make minimum wages | |
And with a desiese that are contagious | |
It is fucking outrages | |
The amounts of black and brown they lock up | |
But the most high encourages me to put the glock up | |
And stock up on do for self knowledge | |
A brother couldn't afford to go to collage | |
So i had to learn form the school of hard knock | |
On the hard blocks of the chi | |
Even i, think about moving out to river oaks | |
As my liver soaks | |
In mad hennesy | |
Cause i got a bad tendency | |
To do a lot of drinking | |
Now i do a lot of thinking | |
Blinking, was your third eye | |
When you heard i | |
Was one of the chosen one | |
Industry doors keep closing | |
(sing) watch the closing doors | |
Niggas want a record deal | |
But can they deal with a record? | |
Cause once they get rich | |
They tend to switch | |
Like a sissy | |
Please miss me | |
With all that bullshit you popping | |
This knowledge i'm gonna keep dropping | |
Even if you had one of them red octagon | |
Motherfuckers say mylik how you make your living? | |
I say by breathing oxygen | |
sadcmc搬运 |
My City | |
featuring mylik yusef | |
This the city of chicago | |
The state of confusion | |
The style i' m using is free | |
Or at least it would be if my mind was | |
Peep i' m behind cause | |
I didn' t handle my function while in high school | |
Although i was cool | |
The hood i live in ain' t that proper | |
Cause a cop a stop ya | |
And have you at a hundred and eleventh before you can say not guilty | |
I' m not filthy | |
Nor am i rich | |
Ain' t that a bitch | |
Like life is | |
Not your wife is | |
See that your better halve | |
Do your math | |
And peep that two halves make a whole | |
And all i have to hold | |
Is my self pride | |
So these streets i strive | |
Like a black panther | |
Asking can the | |
Situation get much worst | |
All i do is try to appeal to the masses | |
As the phrase keep it real passes | |
The teeth of too many phoney individuals | |
Snakes, that smooth like criminals | |
They create chemicals | |
That the earth hate | |
Doing their damndest to decrease my birth rate | |
I' d settle for lesser knowing i' m worth wait | |
Or at least my weight in precious gems | |
So i' m steadily steadly steadly | |
Trying to lose my religion, like r e m | |
Created in his own image so are we him? | |
And through all this crises | |
Shid shit i wonder where christ is | |
Well he damn sure not in k town or the wild hundreds | |
Where they broadcast g. d. till the world blowup | |
And stone run it | |
Hunted by police for display in state vile cages | |
Come out to make minimum wages | |
And with a desiese that are contagious | |
It is fucking outrages | |
The amounts of black and brown they lock up | |
But the most high encourages me to put the glock up | |
And stock up on do for self knowledge | |
A brother couldn' t afford to go to collage | |
So i had to learn form the school of hard knock | |
On the hard blocks of the chi | |
Even i, think about moving out to river oaks | |
As my liver soaks | |
In mad hennesy | |
Cause i got a bad tendency | |
To do a lot of drinking | |
Now i do a lot of thinking | |
Blinking, was your third eye | |
When you heard i | |
Was one of the chosen one | |
Industry doors keep closing | |
sing watch the closing doors | |
Niggas want a record deal | |
But can they deal with a record? | |
Cause once they get rich | |
They tend to switch | |
Like a sissy | |
Please miss me | |
With all that bullshit you popping | |
This knowledge i' m gonna keep dropping | |
Even if you had one of them red octagon | |
Motherfuckers say mylik how you make your living? | |
I say by breathing oxygen | |
sadcmc ban yun |
My City | |
featuring mylik yusef | |
This the city of chicago | |
The state of confusion | |
The style i' m using is free | |
Or at least it would be if my mind was | |
Peep i' m behind cause | |
I didn' t handle my function while in high school | |
Although i was cool | |
The hood i live in ain' t that proper | |
Cause a cop a stop ya | |
And have you at a hundred and eleventh before you can say not guilty | |
I' m not filthy | |
Nor am i rich | |
Ain' t that a bitch | |
Like life is | |
Not your wife is | |
See that your better halve | |
Do your math | |
And peep that two halves make a whole | |
And all i have to hold | |
Is my self pride | |
So these streets i strive | |
Like a black panther | |
Asking can the | |
Situation get much worst | |
All i do is try to appeal to the masses | |
As the phrase keep it real passes | |
The teeth of too many phoney individuals | |
Snakes, that smooth like criminals | |
They create chemicals | |
That the earth hate | |
Doing their damndest to decrease my birth rate | |
I' d settle for lesser knowing i' m worth wait | |
Or at least my weight in precious gems | |
So i' m steadily steadly steadly | |
Trying to lose my religion, like r e m | |
Created in his own image so are we him? | |
And through all this crises | |
Shid shit i wonder where christ is | |
Well he damn sure not in k town or the wild hundreds | |
Where they broadcast g. d. till the world blowup | |
And stone run it | |
Hunted by police for display in state vile cages | |
Come out to make minimum wages | |
And with a desiese that are contagious | |
It is fucking outrages | |
The amounts of black and brown they lock up | |
But the most high encourages me to put the glock up | |
And stock up on do for self knowledge | |
A brother couldn' t afford to go to collage | |
So i had to learn form the school of hard knock | |
On the hard blocks of the chi | |
Even i, think about moving out to river oaks | |
As my liver soaks | |
In mad hennesy | |
Cause i got a bad tendency | |
To do a lot of drinking | |
Now i do a lot of thinking | |
Blinking, was your third eye | |
When you heard i | |
Was one of the chosen one | |
Industry doors keep closing | |
sing watch the closing doors | |
Niggas want a record deal | |
But can they deal with a record? | |
Cause once they get rich | |
They tend to switch | |
Like a sissy | |
Please miss me | |
With all that bullshit you popping | |
This knowledge i' m gonna keep dropping | |
Even if you had one of them red octagon | |
Motherfuckers say mylik how you make your living? | |
I say by breathing oxygen | |
sadcmc bān yùn |