My City Lyrics - Common

Review The Song (0)



[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
sponsored links
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






Click here to submit the Corrections of My City Lyrics
Thanks to Pat Blake for submitting My City Lyrics.

The following area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of My City Lyrics.
Your Name:
(Important: Your name will be published if you input it)

Review for My City Lyrics
------ Performed by Common

Please enter a title for your review:

------ 09/19/2014

Type your review in the space below: