Night Blows Stoves don't work h*es 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 shown by the caddies
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 n***az named Butch through the bay bay
With waists 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 n***a young girls with penny figures
So many n***az stacked upon each other
It's the black upon each other that we love so much
Wonder how many of us these d**gs gonna touch
Used to gangbang ain't really thug that much
Rather have some thick broads then the 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 n***a same block same s**t 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 working 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
Life and death law 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
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 selling her body wish she knew what it was worth
Between God and trash looking in every car that pass
With a walk that suggests head to milk n***az 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 growing 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 striked
She got to like like minded n***az who liked crimes and figures
Doing white lines and liquor see hard times had kicked her
In the a*s 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 done lack
Self esteem yo we forgot the dream
On our Jefferson's y'all but we forgot the theme
In the Chi we even rooting for a garbage team
This queen never seen herself on this Corner
She still wanna see California
But this is her world
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 500000
Be nign be you be mom's mean pie be little black sambo With bad hair
Be aware of what a lynch is Be be boundless energy
Be a four star ghetto general be no one except I
Be a strong academic student be an A student in sociology
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 in ways
Be high when you low be on time but knowing to go
Be cautious of the road to college
Taking a detour through Vietnam or the middle east
Be absent of wars at any past or present fought amongst themselves
Be visual of foreclosure over your shoulder while begging
A nation built on free labor for reparation Be a cartopogropher
Be a map maker be able to find afro american man
Search thoroughly it may be close to black man
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 tender 18 of the mountain tops
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 144000 be the resident of that twelfth house
Be eternal
