Common

Common - My City lyrics

rate me

[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 functions 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 half

Do your math

And peep that two halves make a whole

And all I have to hold

Is my self pride

So these here streets I strive

Like a Black Panther

Asking can the

situation get much worse

All I do is try to appeal to the masses

As the phrase "keep it real" passes

The teeth of too many phony 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 worth 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 am I him?

In the middle this crisis

Shid(Shit) I wonder where Christ is

Well he damn sure ain't 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 built cages

Come out to make minimum wages

Plus with a disease thats contagious

It is fucking outrageous

The amounts of Blacks and Browns 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 college

So I had to learn form the school of hard knocks

On the hard blocks of the Chi

Even I, think about moving out to River Oaks

As my liver soaks

In mad Hennessey

Cause I have 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

A brother still 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 octagons

Motherfuckers say Mylik how you make your living?

I say by breathing oxygen

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