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[Chorus Repeated Overlapping:]\n[01:44.32] \"It's your world\"\n[01:48.35] [Common] Yeah\n[01:58.33] [Verse 2]\n[02:00.32] Life and death law around us\n[02:02.44] Four pounds and pounds a verb from out of towners\n[02:04.50] It's hard to stay grounded\n[02:06.50] We stay high, thats why old folks down us\n[02:08.51] Lost, nobody found us, the force that sorrounds us\n[02:10.62] Ain't with us, they get us on the ground and hit us\n[02:13.63] We paint pictures of the chains under their names and scriptures\n[02:16.79] Removed from earth, only to return through birth\n[02:18.88] Knew this girl sellin her body, wish she knew what it was worth.\n[02:21.97] Between God and trash, lookin in every car that pass\n[02:25.05] With a walk that suggests head, to milk niggaz she was breastfed\n[02:28.00] She know dairy so she say cheese to get bread\n[02:31.03] In the area where it's more weaves and less dreads\n[02:34.04] Kinda scary, amongst theives and base-heads\n[02:37.17] Said it was her toes, but I could tell her soul hurt\n[02:40.19] She was colder (?), growin up she got to know hurt\n[02:43.28] very well in a world where self hate is overt\n[02:45.30] Her step-father that he was aite, so her mother he striked\n[02:48.39] she got to like like minded niggaz, who liked crimes and figures\n[02:51.36] Doin white lines and liquor, see hard times had kicked her\n[02:54.44] In the ass, it used to be thicker\n[02:56.49] Life is fast, some choose to be quicker\n[02:59.49] I remember in high school she had a passion to sing\n[03:01.43] Now she see herself in a casket in dreams\n[03:04.40] These are the children of crack and rap, blacks done lack\n[03:07.56] Self-esteem, yo we forgot the dream\n[03:09.59] On our jeffersons y'all but we forgot the theme\n[03:12.67] In the Chi, we even rootin for a garbage team\n[03:14.69] This queen never seen herself on this Corner\n[03:17.64] She still wanna see California\n[03:20.60] But this is her world\n[03:21.71] [Chorus repeated several times]\n[03:51.89] [Kids stating their dreams]\n[04:35.11] ['POPS']\n[04:36.13] Be.\n[04:37.10] Be here, be there\n[04:39.23] Be that, be this\n[04:43.35] Be grateful for life, be grateful to life\n[04:48.31] Be gleeful everyday\n[04:53.33] For being the best swimmer among 500, 000\n[04:58.52] Be-nign, be you\n[05:05.56] Be mom's mean pie\n[05:09.62] Be little black sambo\n[05:11.66] With bad hair\n[05:14.70] Be aware of what a lynch is\n[05:18.89] Be.\n[05:22.85] Be boundless energy!\n[05:25.88] Be a four star ghetto general\n[05:28.99] Be no one except I\n[05:32.95] Be food for thought to the growing mind\n[05:36.04] Be the author of your own horoscope\n[05:42.04] Be invited\n[05:45.14] Be long-living, be forgiving, be not forgetful\n[05:49.14] Be a proud run, only to return to fight another day\n[05:54.18] Be peaceful if possible, but justice in every ways\n[06:01.24] Be high when you low\n[06:03.21] Be on time, but knowing to go\n[06:06.27] Be cautious of the road to college\n[06:11.32] Taking a detour through Vietnam or the Middle East\n[06:16.32] Be visual of foreclosure over your shoulder while begging\n[06:27.44] A nation built on free labor for reparation\n[06:32.46] Be a cartopogropher [laughter] (whatever)\n[06:41.57] Be a map maker\n[06:42.59] Be able to find \"Afro-American man\"\n[06:47.58] Search thoroughly; it may be close to \"black man\"\n[06:51.62] Be amended five fifths\n[06:58.62] Be amended five fifths human\n[07:03.78] Be the owner of more land than is set aside for wildlife\n[07:09.78] Be Cupid, to world government\n[07:15.90] Be found among the truth, lost tribe\n[07:20.90] Be at full strength when walking through the valley\n[07:26.06] Be not foolish as temporary king\n[07:30.03] On the mountain top\n[07:33.06] Be a brilliant soul, sparkling in the galaxy\n[07:40.12] While walking on earth\n[07:44.15] Be loved by God\n[07:49.25] As much as God loved Ghandi and Martin Luther King\n[07:53.28] Be that last one of 144 thousand\n[07:59.37] Be the resident of the twelfth house\n[08:02.36] Be...\n[08:05.47] Eternal.\n[08:29.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: It's Your World (Part 1 & 2)\n  artist: Common\n  album: 8:34\n  duration_ms: 513720\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Verse 1]'\n  start_ms: 20060\n  end_ms: 21150\n- text: Night Blows, Stoves don't work, Hoes at work\n  start_ms: 21150\n  end_ms: 22150\n- text: A warrior, so I wear 'em on my shirt\n  start_ms: 22150\n  end_ms: 24100\n- text: Wish I was free as Che was, I spend a day buzzed\n  start_ms: 24100\n  end_ms: 27160\n- text: Trippin on heights, wishin for nights in different flavors\n  start_ms: 27160\n  end_ms: 30200\n- text: The age of Kane and Big Daddy, shown by the caddies\n  start_ms: 30200\n  end_ms: 33290\n- text: Uncles named Larry, that never really grabbed me\n  start_ms: 33290\n  end_ms: 35260\n- text: My mother gave birth but she really never had me\n  start_ms: 35260\n  end_ms: 38280\n- text: 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upon each other\n  It's the black upon each other that we love so much\n  Wonder how many of us, these drugs gonna touch\n  Used to gangbang, ain't really thug that much\n  Rather have some thick broads then the dutch to clutch\n  Went to school in Baton Rouge for a couple of years\n  My college career got downed with a couple of beers\n  Came back home, now I gotta pay back loans\n  Same nigga, same block, same shit they own\n  Only thing different, quicker, they click that chrome\n  In my defense, yo I had to hit that zone\n\n  Man to man, I'm good workin with my hands\n  My generation never understood workin for the man\n  And, of bein broke I ain't a fan\n  Now I stand in the same spot, as my old man\n  My life I planned not to be on this corner\n  I still wanna see California\n  But this is my world\n\n  [Chorus Repeated Overlapping:]\n  \"It's your world\"\n\n  [Common] Yeah\n\n  [Verse 2]\n  Life and death law around us\n  Four pounds and pounds a verb from out of towners\n  It's hard to stay grounded\n  We stay high, thats why old folks down us\n  Lost, nobody found us, the force that sorrounds us\n  Ain't with us, they get us on the ground and hit us\n  We paint pictures of the chains under their names and scriptures\n  Removed from earth, only to return through birth\n  Knew this girl sellin her body, wish she knew what it was worth.\n  Between God and trash, lookin in every car that pass\n  With a walk that suggests head, to milk niggaz she was breastfed\n  She know dairy so she say cheese to get bread\n  In the area where it's more weaves and less dreads\n  Kinda scary, amongst theives and base-heads\n  Said it was her toes, but I could tell her soul hurt\n  She was colder (?), growin up she got to know hurt\n  very well in a world where self hate is overt\n  Her step-father that he was aite, so her mother he striked\n  she got to like like minded niggaz, who liked crimes and figures\n  Doin white lines and liquor, see hard times had kicked her\n  In the ass, it used to be thicker\n  Life is fast, some choose to be quicker\n  I remember in high school she had a passion to sing\n  Now she see herself in a casket in dreams\n  These are the children of crack and rap, blacks done lack\n  Self-esteem, yo we forgot the dream\n  On our jeffersons y'all but we forgot the theme\n  In the Chi, we even rootin for a garbage team\n  This queen never seen herself on this Corner\n  She still wanna see California\n  But this is her world\n\n  [Chorus repeated several times]\n\n  [Kids stating their dreams]\n\n  ['POPS']\n  Be.\n  Be here, be there\n  Be that, be this\n  Be grateful for life, be grateful to life\n  Be gleeful everyday\n  For being the best swimmer among 500, 000\n  Be-nign, be you\n  Be mom's mean pie\n  Be little black sambo\n  With bad hair\n  Be aware of what a lynch is\n  Be.\n  Be boundless energy!\n  Be a four star ghetto general\n  Be no one except I\n  Be food for thought to the growing mind\n  Be the author of your own horoscope\n  Be invited\n  Be long-living, be forgiving, be not forgetful\n  Be a proud run, only to return to fight another day\n  Be peaceful if possible, but justice in every ways\n  Be high when you low\n  Be on time, but knowing to go\n  Be cautious of the road to college\n  Taking a detour through Vietnam or the Middle East\n  Be visual of foreclosure over your shoulder while begging\n  A nation built on free labor for reparation\n  Be a cartopogropher [laughter] (whatever)\n  Be a map maker\n  Be able to find \"Afro-American man\"\n  Search thoroughly; it may be close to \"black man\"\n  Be amended five fifths\n  Be amended five fifths human\n  Be the owner of more land than is set aside for wildlife\n  Be Cupid, to world government\n  Be found among the truth, lost tribe\n  Be at full strength when walking through the valley\n  Be not foolish as temporary king\n  On the mountain top\n  Be a brilliant soul, sparkling in the galaxy\n  While walking on earth\n  Be loved by God\n  As much as God loved Ghandi and Martin Luther King\n  Be that last one of 144 thousand\n  Be the resident of the twelfth house\n  Be...\n  Eternal.\n"},{"id":22483218,"name":"It's Your World (Part 1 & 2)","trackName":"It's Your World (Part 1 & 2)","artistName":"Common","albumName":"Be (20th Anniversary)","duration":513.733333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Feat. 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My college career got downed with a couple of beers\n  Came back home, now I gotta pay back loans\n  Same nigga, same block, same shit they own\n  Only thing different, quicker, they click that chrome\n  In my defense, yo I had to hit that zone\n  Man to man, I'm good workin with my hands\n  My generation never understood workin for the man\n  And, of bein broke I ain't a fan\n  Now I stand in the same spot, as my old man\n  My life I planned not to be on this corner\n  I still wanna see California\n  But this is my world\n\n  \"It's your world\"\n\n  Yeah\n\n  Life and death law around us\n  Four pounds and pounds a verb from out of towners\n  It's hard to stay grounded\n  We stay high, thats why old folks down us\n  Lost, nobody found us, the force that sorrounds us\n  Ain't with us, they get us on the ground and hit us\n  We paint pictures of the chains under their names and scriptures\n  Removed from earth, only to return through birth\n  Knew this girl sellin her body, wish she 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Blows, Stoves don't work, Hoes at work\nA warrior, so I wear 'em on my shirt\nWish I was free as Che was, I spend a day buzzed\nTrippin on heights, wishin for nights in different flavors\nThe age of Kane and Big Daddy, shown by the caddies\nUncles named Larry, that never really grabbed me\nMy mother gave birth but she really never had me\nLeft to the hood to play daddy\nRaised by niggaz named Butch through the bay bay\nWith waists so they weigh they status on the streets\nLicense plates that say they, motto This is Chicago in the hay day\nSimiliar to Good Times, I guess that I was Jay Jay\nA skinny nigga, young girls with penny figures\nSo many niggaz, stacked upon each other\nIt's the black upon each other that we love so much\nWonder how many of us, these drugs gonna touch\nUsed to gangbang, ain't really thug that much\nRather have some thick broads then the dutch to clutch\nWent to school in Baton Rouge for a couple of years\nMy college career got downed with a couple of beers\nCame back home, now I gotta pay back loans\nSame nigga, same block, same shit they own\nOnly thing different, quicker, they click that chrome\nIn my defense, yo I had to hit that zone\n\nMan to man, I'm good workin with my hands\nMy generation never understood workin for the man\nAnd, of bein broke I ain't a fan\nNow I stand in the same spot, as my old man\nMy life I planned not to be on this corner\nI still wanna see California\nBut this is my world\n\n[Chorus Repeated Overlapping:]\n\"It's your world\"\n\n[Common] Yeah\n\n[Verse 2]\nLife and death law around us\nFour pounds and pounds a verb from out of towners\nIt's hard to stay grounded\nWe stay high, thats why old folks down us\nLost, nobody found us, the force that sorrounds us\nAin't with us, they get us on the ground and hit us\nWe paint pictures of the chains under their names and scriptures\nRemoved from earth, only to return through birth\nKnew this girl sellin her body, wish she knew what it was worth.\nBetween God and trash, lookin in every car that pass\nWith a walk that suggests head, to milk niggaz she was breastfed\nShe know dairy so she say cheese to get bread\nIn the area where it's more weaves and less dreads\nKinda scary, amongst theives and base-heads\nSaid it was her toes, but I could tell her soul hurt\nShe was colder (?), growin up she got to know hurt\nvery well in a world where self hate is overt\nHer step-father that he was aite, so her mother he striked\nshe got to like like minded niggaz, who liked crimes and figures\nDoin white lines and liquor, see hard times had kicked her\nIn the ass, it used to be thicker\nLife is fast, some choose to be quicker\nI remember in high school she had a passion to sing\nNow she see herself in a casket in dreams\nThese are the children of crack and rap, blacks done lack\nSelf-esteem, yo we forgot the dream\nOn our jeffersons y'all but we forgot the theme\nIn the Chi, we even rootin for a garbage team\nThis queen never seen herself on this Corner\nShe still wanna see California\nBut this is her world\n\n[Chorus repeated several times]\n\n[Kids stating their dreams]\n\n['POPS']\nBe.\nBe here, be there\nBe that, be this\nBe grateful for life, be grateful to life\nBe gleeful everyday\nFor being the best swimmer among 500, 000\nBe-nign, be you\nBe mom's mean pie\nBe little black sambo\nWith bad hair\nBe aware of what a lynch is\nBe.\nBe boundless energy!\nBe a four star ghetto general\nBe no one except I\nBe food for thought to the growing mind\nBe the author of your own horoscope\nBe invited\nBe long-living, be forgiving, be not forgetful\nBe a proud run, only to return to fight another day\nBe peaceful if possible, but justice in every ways\nBe high when you low\nBe on time, but knowing to go\nBe cautious of the road to college\nTaking a detour through Vietnam or the Middle East\nBe visual of foreclosure over your shoulder while begging\nA nation built on free labor for reparation\nBe a cartopogropher [laughter] (whatever)\nBe a map maker\nBe able to find \"Afro-American man\"\nSearch thoroughly; it may be close to \"black man\"\nBe amended five fifths\nBe amended five fifths human\nBe the owner of more land than is set aside for wildlife\nBe Cupid, to world government\nBe found among the truth, lost tribe\nBe at full strength when walking through the valley\nBe not foolish as temporary king\nOn the mountain top\nBe a brilliant soul, sparkling in the galaxy\nWhile walking on earth\nBe loved by God\nAs much as God loved Ghandi and Martin Luther King\nBe that last one of 144 thousand\nBe the resident of the twelfth house\nBe...\nEternal.","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.92] [Verse 1]\n[00:20.73] Night Blows, Stoves don't work, Hoes at work\n[00:22.28] A warrior, so I wear 'em on my shirt\n[00:25.23] Wish I was free as Che was, I spend a day buzzed\n[00:28.60] Trippin on heights, wishin for nights in different flavors\n[00:30.02] The age of Kane and Big Daddy, shown by the caddies\n[00:32.73] Uncles named Larry, that never really grabbed me\n[00:36.28] My mother gave birth but she really never had me\n[00:38.67] Left to the hood to play daddy\n[00:40.85] Raised by niggaz named Butch through the bay bay\n[00:42.99] With waists so they weigh they status on the streets\n[00:44.53] License plates that say they, motto This is Chicago in the hay day\n[00:49.17] Similiar to Good Times, I guess that I was Jay Jay\n[00:52.36] A skinny nigga, young girls with penny figures\n[00:54.55] So many niggaz, stacked upon each other\n[00:57.83] It's the black upon each other that we love so much\n[01:00.15] Wonder how many of us, these drugs gonna touch\n[01:02.84] Used to gangbang, ain't really thug that much\n[01:05.40] Rather have some thick broads then the dutch to clutch\n[01:08.16] Went to school in Baton Rouge for a couple of years\n[01:10.87] My college career got downed with a couple of beers\n[01:13.41] Came back home, now I gotta pay back loans\n[01:16.08] Same nigga, same block, same shit they own\n[01:18.65] Only thing different, quicker, they click that chrome\n[01:21.41] In my defense, yo I had to hit that zone\n[01:24.03] Man to man, I'm good workin with my hands\n[01:26.71] My generation never understood workin for the man\n[01:28.87] And, of bein broke I ain't a fan\n[01:31.99] Now I stand in the same spot, as my old man\n[01:33.99] My life I planned not to be on this corner\n[01:37.09] I still wanna see California\n[01:39.82] But this is my world\n[01:41.53] [Chorus Repeated Overlapping:]\n[01:43.48] \"It's your world\"\n[01:44.75] [Common] Yeah\n[02:01.34] [Verse 2]\n[02:01.90] Life and death law around us\n[02:03.39] Four pounds and pounds a verb from out of towners\n[02:05.62] It's hard to stay grounded\n[02:07.18] We stay high, thats why old folks down us\n[02:09.65] Lost, nobody found us, the force that sorrounds us\n[02:12.22] Ain't with us, they get us on the ground and hit us\n[02:14.71] We paint pictures of the chains under their names and scriptures\n[02:17.12] Removed from earth, only to return through birth\n[02:19.99] Knew this girl sellin her body, wish she knew what it was worth.\n[02:22.77] Between God and trash, lookin in every car that pass\n[02:25.46] With a walk that suggests head, to milk niggaz she was breastfed\n[02:29.14] She know dairy so she say cheese to get bread\n[02:32.01] In the area where it's more weaves and less dreads\n[02:34.85] Kinda scary, amongst theives and base-heads\n[02:37.61] Said it was her toes, but I could tell her soul hurt\n[02:40.58] She was colder (?), growin up she got to know hurt\n[02:43.66] very well in a world where self hate is overt\n[02:45.98] Her step-father that he was aite, so her mother he striked\n[02:49.44] she got to like like minded niggaz, who liked crimes and figures\n[02:51.98] Doin white lines and liquor, see hard times had kicked her\n[02:54.72] In the ass, it used to be thicker\n[02:57.55] Life is fast, some choose to be quicker\n[03:00.06] I remember in high school she had a passion to sing\n[03:02.71] Now she see herself in a casket in dreams\n[03:05.35] These are the children of crack and rap, blacks done lack\n[03:07.95] Self-esteem, yo we forgot the dream\n[03:10.63] On our jeffersons y'all but we forgot the theme\n[03:13.38] In the Chi, we even rootin for a garbage team\n[03:15.84] This queen never seen herself on this Corner\n[03:18.79] She still wanna see California\n[03:20.82] But this is her world\n[03:22.44] [Chorus repeated several times]\n[03:53.18] [Kids stating their dreams]\n[04:36.15] ['POPS']\n[04:38.33] Be.\n[04:39.13] Be here, be there\n[04:40.18] Be that, be this\n[04:43.36] Be grateful for life, be grateful to life\n[04:49.85] Be gleeful everyday\n[04:54.17] For being the best swimmer among 500, 000\n[05:00.12] Be-nign, be you\n[05:07.12] Be mom's mean pie\n[05:10.01] Be little black sambo\n[05:12.44] With bad hair\n[05:15.16] Be aware of what a lynch is\n[05:19.72] Be.\n[05:22.83] Be boundless energy!\n[05:25.44] Be a four star ghetto general\n[05:29.21] Be no one except I\n[05:33.57] Be food for thought to the growing mind\n[05:36.92] Be the author of your own horoscope\n[05:41.93] Be invited\n[05:45.63] Be long-living, be forgiving, be not forgetful\n[05:50.48] Be a proud run, only to return to fight another day\n[05:55.75] Be peaceful if possible, but justice in every ways\n[06:01.79] Be high when you low\n[06:04.44] Be on time, but knowing to go\n[06:07.19] Be cautious of the road to college\n[06:11.87] Taking a detour through Vietnam or the Middle East\n[06:17.68] Be visual of foreclosure over your shoulder while begging\n[06:29.38] A nation built on free labor for reparation\n[06:34.70] Be a cartopogropher [laughter] (whatever)\n[06:42.03] Be a map maker\n[06:43.27] Be able to find \"Afro-American man\"\n[06:48.16] Search thoroughly; it may be close to \"black man\"\n[06:53.36] Be amended five fifths\n[07:00.41] Be amended five fifths human\n[07:05.34] Be the owner of more land than is set aside for 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say cheese to get bread\n  start_ms: 149140\n  end_ms: 152010\n- text: In the area where it's more weaves and less dreads\n  start_ms: 152010\n  end_ms: 154850\n- text: Kinda scary, amongst theives and base-heads\n  start_ms: 154850\n  end_ms: 157610\n- text: Said it was her toes, but I could tell her soul hurt\n  start_ms: 157610\n  end_ms: 160580\n- text: She was colder (?), growin up she got to know hurt\n  start_ms: 160580\n  end_ms: 163660\n- text: very well in a world where self hate is overt\n  start_ms: 163660\n  end_ms: 165980\n- text: Her step-father that he was aite, so her mother he striked\n  start_ms: 165980\n  end_ms: 169440\n- text: she got to like like minded niggaz, who liked crimes and figures\n  start_ms: 169440\n  end_ms: 171980\n- text: Doin white lines and liquor, see hard times had kicked her\n  start_ms: 171980\n  end_ms: 174720\n- text: In the ass, it used to be thicker\n  start_ms: 174720\n  end_ms: 177550\n- text: Life is fast, some choose to be quicker\n  start_ms: 177550\n  end_ms: 180060\n- text: I remember in high school she had a passion to sing\n  start_ms: 180060\n  end_ms: 182710\n- text: Now she see herself in a casket in dreams\n  start_ms: 182710\n  end_ms: 185350\n- text: These are the children of crack and rap, blacks done lack\n  start_ms: 185350\n  end_ms: 187950\n- text: Self-esteem, yo we forgot the dream\n  start_ms: 187950\n  end_ms: 190630\n- text: On our jeffersons y'all but we forgot the theme\n  start_ms: 190630\n  end_ms: 193380\n- text: In the Chi, we even rootin for a garbage team\n  start_ms: 193380\n  end_ms: 195840\n- text: This queen never seen herself on this Corner\n  start_ms: 195840\n  end_ms: 198790\n- text: She still wanna see California\n  start_ms: 198790\n  end_ms: 200820\n- text: But this is her world\n  start_ms: 200820\n  end_ms: 202440\n- text: '[Chorus repeated several times]'\n  start_ms: 202440\n  end_ms: 233180\n- text: '[Kids stating their dreams]'\n  start_ms: 233180\n  end_ms: 276150\n- text: '[''POPS'']'\n  start_ms: 276150\n  end_ms: 278330\n- text: Be.\n  start_ms: 278330\n  end_ms: 279130\n- text: Be here, be there\n  start_ms: 279130\n  end_ms: 280180\n- text: Be that, be this\n  start_ms: 280180\n  end_ms: 283360\n- text: Be grateful for life, be grateful to life\n  start_ms: 283360\n  end_ms: 289850\n- text: Be gleeful everyday\n  start_ms: 289850\n  end_ms: 294170\n- text: For being the best swimmer among 500, 000\n  start_ms: 294170\n  end_ms: 300120\n- text: Be-nign, be you\n  start_ms: 300120\n  end_ms: 307120\n- text: Be mom's mean pie\n  start_ms: 307120\n  end_ms: 310010\n- text: Be little black sambo\n  start_ms: 310010\n  end_ms: 312440\n- text: With bad hair\n  start_ms: 312440\n  end_ms: 315160\n- text: Be aware of what a lynch is\n  start_ms: 315160\n  end_ms: 319720\n- text: Be.\n  start_ms: 319720\n  end_ms: 322830\n- text: Be boundless energy!\n  start_ms: 322830\n  end_ms: 325440\n- text: Be a four star ghetto general\n  start_ms: 325440\n  end_ms: 329210\n- text: Be no one except I\n  start_ms: 329210\n  end_ms: 333570\n- text: Be food for thought to the growing mind\n  start_ms: 333570\n  end_ms: 336920\n- text: Be the author of your own horoscope\n  start_ms: 336920\n  end_ms: 341930\n- text: Be invited\n  start_ms: 341930\n  end_ms: 345630\n- text: Be long-living, be forgiving, be not forgetful\n  start_ms: 345630\n  end_ms: 350480\n- text: Be a proud run, only to return to fight another day\n  start_ms: 350480\n  end_ms: 355750\n- text: Be peaceful if possible, but justice in every ways\n  start_ms: 355750\n  end_ms: 361790\n- text: Be high when you low\n  start_ms: 361790\n  end_ms: 364440\n- text: Be on time, but knowing to go\n  start_ms: 364440\n  end_ms: 367190\n- text: Be cautious of the road to college\n  start_ms: 367190\n  end_ms: 371870\n- text: Taking a detour through Vietnam or the Middle East\n  start_ms: 371870\n  end_ms: 377680\n- text: Be visual of foreclosure over your shoulder while begging\n  start_ms: 377680\n  end_ms: 389380\n- text: A nation built on free labor for reparation\n  start_ms: 389380\n  end_ms: 394700\n- text: Be a cartopogropher [laughter] (whatever)\n  start_ms: 394700\n  end_ms: 402030\n- text: Be a map maker\n  start_ms: 402030\n  end_ms: 403270\n- text: Be able to find \"Afro-American man\"\n  start_ms: 403270\n  end_ms: 408160\n- text: Search thoroughly; it may be close to \"black man\"\n  start_ms: 408160\n  end_ms: 413360\n- text: Be amended five fifths\n  start_ms: 413360\n  end_ms: 420410\n- text: Be amended five fifths human\n  start_ms: 420410\n  end_ms: 425340\n- text: Be the owner of more land than is set aside for wildlife\n  start_ms: 425340\n  end_ms: 430620\n- text: Be Cupid, to world government\n  start_ms: 430620\n  end_ms: 436670\n- text: Be found among the truth, lost tribe\n  start_ms: 436670\n  end_ms: 441810\n- text: Be at full strength when walking through the valley\n  start_ms: 441810\n  end_ms: 446850\n- text: Be not foolish as temporary king\n  start_ms: 446850\n  end_ms: 450880\n- text: On the mountain top\n  start_ms: 450880\n  end_ms: 453930\n- text: Be a brilliant soul, sparkling in the galaxy\n  start_ms: 453930\n  end_ms: 461690\n- text: While walking on earth\n  start_ms: 461690\n  end_ms: 464750\n- text: Be loved by God\n  start_ms: 464750\n  end_ms: 468760\n- text: As much as God loved Ghandi and Martin Luther King\n  start_ms: 468760\n  end_ms: 474110\n- text: Be that last one of 144 thousand\n  start_ms: 474110\n  end_ms: 480280\n- text: Be the resident of the twelfth house\n  start_ms: 480280\n  end_ms: 483470\n- text: Be...\n  start_ms: 483470\n  end_ms: 485590\n- text: Eternal.\n  start_ms: 485590\n  end_ms: 493610\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 493610\nplain: |-\n  [Verse 1]\n  Night Blows, Stoves don't work, Hoes at work\n  A warrior, so I wear 'em on my shirt\n  Wish I was free as Che was, I spend a day buzzed\n  Trippin on heights, wishin for nights in different flavors\n  The age of Kane and Big Daddy, shown by the caddies\n  Uncles named Larry, that never really grabbed me\n  My mother gave birth but she really never had me\n  Left to the hood to play daddy\n  Raised by niggaz named Butch through the bay bay\n  With waists so they weigh they status on the streets\n  License plates that say they, motto This is Chicago in the hay day\n  Similiar to Good Times, I guess that I was Jay Jay\n  A skinny nigga, young girls with penny figures\n  So many niggaz, stacked upon each other\n  It's the black upon each other that we love so much\n  Wonder how many of us, these drugs gonna touch\n  Used to gangbang, ain't really thug that much\n  Rather have some thick broads then the dutch to clutch\n  Went to school in Baton Rouge for a couple of years\n  My college career got downed with a couple of beers\n  Came back home, now I gotta pay back loans\n  Same nigga, same block, same shit they own\n  Only thing different, quicker, they click that chrome\n  In my defense, yo I had to hit that zone\n\n  Man to man, I'm good workin with my hands\n  My generation never understood workin for the man\n  And, of bein broke I ain't a fan\n  Now I stand in the same spot, as my old man\n  My life I planned not to be on this corner\n  I still wanna see California\n  But this is my world\n\n  [Chorus Repeated Overlapping:]\n  \"It's your world\"\n\n  [Common] Yeah\n\n  [Verse 2]\n  Life and death law around us\n  Four pounds and pounds a verb from out of towners\n  It's hard to stay grounded\n  We stay high, thats why old folks down us\n  Lost, nobody found us, the force that sorrounds us\n  Ain't with us, they get us on the ground and hit us\n  We paint pictures of the chains under their names and scriptures\n  Removed from earth, only to return through birth\n  Knew this girl sellin her body, wish she knew what it was worth.\n  Between God and trash, lookin in every car that pass\n  With a walk that suggests head, to milk niggaz she was breastfed\n  She know dairy so she say cheese to get bread\n  In the area where it's more weaves and less dreads\n  Kinda scary, amongst theives and base-heads\n  Said it was her toes, but I could tell her soul hurt\n  She was colder (?), growin up she got to know hurt\n  very well in a world where self hate is overt\n  Her step-father that he was aite, so her mother he striked\n  she got to like like minded niggaz, who liked crimes and figures\n  Doin white lines and liquor, see hard times had kicked her\n  In the ass, it used to be thicker\n  Life is fast, some choose to be quicker\n  I remember in high school she had a passion to sing\n  Now she see herself in a casket in dreams\n  These are the children of crack and rap, blacks done lack\n  Self-esteem, yo we forgot the dream\n  On our jeffersons y'all but we forgot the theme\n  In the Chi, we even rootin for a garbage team\n  This queen never seen herself on this Corner\n  She still wanna see California\n  But this is her world\n\n  [Chorus repeated several times]\n\n  [Kids stating their dreams]\n\n  ['POPS']\n  Be.\n  Be here, be there\n  Be that, be this\n  Be grateful for life, be grateful to life\n  Be gleeful everyday\n  For being the best swimmer among 500, 000\n  Be-nign, be you\n  Be mom's mean pie\n  Be little black sambo\n  With bad hair\n  Be aware of what a lynch is\n  Be.\n  Be boundless energy!\n  Be a four star ghetto general\n  Be no one except I\n  Be food for thought to the growing mind\n  Be the author of your own horoscope\n  Be invited\n  Be long-living, be forgiving, be not forgetful\n  Be a proud run, only to return to fight another day\n  Be peaceful if possible, but justice in every ways\n  Be high when you low\n  Be on time, but knowing to go\n  Be cautious of the road to college\n  Taking a detour through Vietnam or the Middle East\n  Be visual of foreclosure over your shoulder while begging\n  A nation built on free labor for reparation\n  Be a cartopogropher [laughter] (whatever)\n  Be a map maker\n  Be able to find \"Afro-American man\"\n  Search thoroughly; it may be close to \"black man\"\n  Be amended five fifths\n  Be amended five fifths human\n  Be the owner of more land than is set aside for wildlife\n  Be Cupid, to world government\n  Be found among the truth, lost tribe\n  Be at full strength when walking through the valley\n  Be not foolish as temporary king\n  On the mountain top\n  Be a brilliant soul, sparkling in the galaxy\n  While walking on earth\n  Be loved by God\n  As much as God loved Ghandi and Martin Luther King\n  Be that last one of 144 thousand\n  Be the resident of the twelfth house\n  Be...\n  Eternal.\n"},{"id":34725080,"name":"It's Your World, Parts 1 & 2 (Part 1 & 2)","trackName":"It's Your World, Parts 1 & 2 (Part 1 & 2)","artistName":"Common","albumName":"Be","duration":514.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Verse 1]\nNight Blows, Stoves don't work, Hoes at work\nA warrior, so I wear 'em on my shirt\nWish I was free as Che was, I spend a day buzzed\nTrippin on heights, wishin for nights in different flavors\nThe age of Kane and Big Daddy, shown by the caddies\nUncles named Larry, that never really grabbed me\nMy mother gave birth but she really never had me\nLeft to the hood to play daddy\nRaised by niggaz named Butch through the bay bay\nWith waists so they weigh they status on the streets\nLicense plates that say they, motto This is Chicago in the hay day\nSimiliar to Good Times, I guess that I was Jay Jay\nA skinny nigga, young girls with penny figures\nSo many niggaz, stacked upon each other\nIt's the black upon each other that we love so much\nWonder how many of us, these drugs gonna touch\nUsed to gangbang, ain't really thug that much\nRather have some thick broads then the dutch to clutch\nWent to school in Baton Rouge for a couple of years\nMy college career got downed with a couple of beers\nCame back home, now I gotta pay back loans\nSame nigga, same block, same shit they own\nOnly thing different, quicker, they click that chrome\nIn my defense, yo I had to hit that zone\n\nMan to man, I'm good workin with my hands\nMy generation never understood workin for the man\nAnd, of bein broke I ain't a fan\nNow I stand in the same spot, as my old man\nMy life I planned not to be on this corner\nI still wanna see California\nBut this is my world\n\n[Chorus Repeated Overlapping:]\n\"It's your world\"\n\n[Common] Yeah\n\n[Verse 2]\nLife and death law around us\nFour pounds and pounds a verb from out of towners\nIt's hard to stay grounded\nWe stay high, thats why old folks down us\nLost, nobody found us, the force that sorrounds us\nAin't with us, they get us on the ground and hit us\nWe paint pictures of the chains under their names and scriptures\nRemoved from earth, only to return through birth\nKnew this girl sellin her body, wish she knew what it was worth.\nBetween God and trash, lookin in every car that pass\nWith a walk that suggests head, to milk niggaz she was breastfed\nShe know dairy so she say cheese to get bread\nIn the area where it's more weaves and less dreads\nKinda scary, amongst theives and base-heads\nSaid it was her toes, but I could tell her soul hurt\nShe was colder (?), growin up she got to know hurt\nvery well in a world where self hate is overt\nHer step-father that he was aite, so her mother he striked\nshe got to like like minded niggaz, who liked crimes and figures\nDoin white lines and liquor, see hard times had kicked her\nIn the ass, it used to be thicker\nLife is fast, some choose to be quicker\nI remember in high school she had a passion to sing\nNow she see herself in a casket in dreams\nThese are the children of crack and rap, blacks done lack\nSelf-esteem, yo we forgot the dream\nOn our jeffersons y'all but we forgot the theme\nIn the Chi, we even rootin for a garbage team\nThis queen never seen herself on this Corner\nShe still wanna see California\nBut this is her world\n\n[Chorus repeated several times]\n\n[Kids stating their dreams]\n\n['POPS']\nBe.\nBe here, be there\nBe that, be this\nBe grateful for life, be grateful to life\nBe gleeful everyday\nFor being the best swimmer among 500, 000\nBe-nign, be you\nBe mom's mean pie\nBe little black sambo\nWith bad hair\nBe aware of what a lynch is\nBe.\nBe boundless energy!\nBe a four star ghetto general\nBe no one except I\nBe food for thought to the growing mind\nBe the author of your own horoscope\nBe invited\nBe long-living, be forgiving, be not forgetful\nBe a proud run, only to return to fight another day\nBe peaceful if possible, but justice in every ways\nBe high when you low\nBe on time, but knowing to go\nBe cautious of the road to college\nTaking a detour through Vietnam or the Middle East\nBe visual of foreclosure over your shoulder while begging\nA nation built on free labor for reparation\nBe a cartopogropher [laughter] (whatever)\nBe a map maker\nBe able to find \"Afro-American man\"\nSearch thoroughly; it may be close to \"black man\"\nBe amended five fifths\nBe amended five fifths human\nBe the owner of more land than is set aside for wildlife\nBe Cupid, to world government\nBe found among the truth, lost tribe\nBe at full strength when walking through the valley\nBe not foolish as temporary king\nOn the mountain top\nBe a brilliant soul, sparkling in the galaxy\nWhile walking on earth\nBe loved by God\nAs much as God loved Ghandi and Martin Luther King\nBe that last one of 144 thousand\nBe the resident of the twelfth house\nBe...\nEternal.","syncedLyrics":"[00:20.06] [Verse 1]\n[00:21.15] Night Blows, Stoves don't work, Hoes at work\n[00:22.15] A warrior, so I wear 'em on my shirt\n[00:24.10] Wish I was free as Che was, I spend a day buzzed\n[00:27.16] Trippin on heights, wishin for nights in different flavors\n[00:30.20] The age of Kane and Big Daddy, shown by the caddies\n[00:33.29] Uncles named Larry, that never really grabbed me\n[00:35.26] My mother gave birth but she really never had me\n[00:38.28] Left to the hood to play daddy\n[00:40.38] Raised by niggaz named Butch through the bay bay\n[00:42.42] With waists so they weigh they status on the streets\n[00:43.42] License plates that say they, motto This is Chicago in the hay day\n[00:48.57] Similiar to Good Times, I guess that I was Jay Jay\n[00:51.56] A skinny nigga, young girls with penny figures\n[00:53.54] So many niggaz, stacked upon each other\n[00:56.66] It's the black upon each other that we love so much\n[00:58.61] Wonder how many of us, these drugs gonna touch\n[01:01.66] Used to gangbang, ain't really thug that much\n[01:04.78] Rather have some thick broads then the dutch to clutch\n[01:06.76] Went to school in Baton Rouge for a couple of years\n[01:09.85] My college career got downed with a couple of beers\n[01:11.83] Came back home, now I gotta pay back loans\n[01:14.84] Same nigga, same block, same shit they own\n[01:16.90] Only thing different, quicker, they click that chrome\n[01:19.98] In my defense, yo I had to hit that zone\n[01:23.04] Man to man, I'm good workin with my hands\n[01:25.09] My generation never understood workin for the man\n[01:28.03] And, of bein broke I ain't a fan\n[01:31.08] Now I stand in the same spot, as my old man\n[01:33.11] My life I planned not to be on this corner\n[01:36.16] I still wanna see California\n[01:39.15] But this is my world\n[01:40.26] [Chorus Repeated Overlapping:]\n[01:44.32] \"It's your world\"\n[01:48.35] [Common] Yeah\n[01:58.33] [Verse 2]\n[02:00.32] Life and death law around us\n[02:02.44] Four pounds and pounds a verb from out of towners\n[02:04.50] It's hard to stay grounded\n[02:06.50] We stay high, thats why old folks down us\n[02:08.51] Lost, nobody found us, the force that sorrounds us\n[02:10.62] Ain't with us, they get us on the ground and hit us\n[02:13.63] We paint pictures of the chains under their names and scriptures\n[02:16.79] Removed from earth, only to return through birth\n[02:18.88] Knew this girl sellin her body, wish she knew what it was worth.\n[02:21.97] Between God and trash, lookin in every car that pass\n[02:25.05] With a walk that suggests head, to milk niggaz she was breastfed\n[02:28.00] She know dairy so she say cheese to get bread\n[02:31.03] In the area where it's more weaves and less dreads\n[02:34.04] Kinda scary, amongst theives and base-heads\n[02:37.17] Said it was her toes, but I could tell her soul hurt\n[02:40.19] She was colder (?), growin up she got to know hurt\n[02:43.28] very well in a world where self hate is overt\n[02:45.30] Her step-father that he was aite, so her mother he striked\n[02:48.39] she got to like like minded niggaz, who liked crimes and figures\n[02:51.36] Doin white lines and liquor, see hard times had kicked her\n[02:54.44] In the ass, it used to be thicker\n[02:56.49] Life is fast, some choose to be quicker\n[02:59.49] I remember in high school she had a passion to sing\n[03:01.43] Now she see herself in a casket in dreams\n[03:04.40] These are the children of crack and rap, blacks done lack\n[03:07.56] Self-esteem, yo we forgot the dream\n[03:09.59] On our jeffersons y'all but we forgot the theme\n[03:12.67] In the Chi, we even rootin for a garbage team\n[03:14.69] This queen never seen herself on this Corner\n[03:17.64] She still wanna see California\n[03:20.60] But this is her world\n[03:21.71] [Chorus repeated several times]\n[03:51.89] [Kids stating their dreams]\n[04:35.11] ['POPS']\n[04:36.13] Be.\n[04:37.10] Be here, be there\n[04:39.23] Be that, be this\n[04:43.35] Be grateful for life, be grateful to life\n[04:48.31] Be gleeful everyday\n[04:53.33] For being the best swimmer among 500, 000\n[04:58.52] Be-nign, be you\n[05:05.56] Be mom's mean pie\n[05:09.62] Be little black sambo\n[05:11.66] With bad hair\n[05:14.70] Be aware of what a lynch is\n[05:18.89] Be.\n[05:22.85] Be boundless energy!\n[05:25.88] Be a four star ghetto general\n[05:28.99] Be no one except I\n[05:32.95] Be food for thought to the growing mind\n[05:36.04] Be the author 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strength when walking through the valley\n[07:26.06] Be not foolish as temporary king\n[07:30.03] On the mountain top\n[07:33.06] Be a brilliant soul, sparkling in the galaxy\n[07:40.12] While walking on earth\n[07:44.15] Be loved by God\n[07:49.25] As much as God loved Ghandi and Martin Luther King\n[07:53.28] Be that last one of 144 thousand\n[07:59.37] Be the resident of the twelfth house\n[08:02.36] Be...\n[08:05.47] Eternal.\n[08:29.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: It's Your World, Parts 1 & 2 (Part 1 & 2)\n  artist: Common\n  album: Be\n  duration_ms: 514000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Verse 1]'\n  start_ms: 20060\n  end_ms: 21150\n- text: Night Blows, Stoves don't work, Hoes at work\n  start_ms: 21150\n  end_ms: 22150\n- text: A warrior, so I wear 'em on my shirt\n  start_ms: 22150\n  end_ms: 24100\n- text: Wish I was free as Che was, I spend a day buzzed\n  start_ms: 24100\n  end_ms: 27160\n- text: Trippin on heights, wishin for nights in 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 Left to the hood to play daddy\n  Raised by niggaz named Butch through the bay bay\n  With waists so they weigh they status on the streets\n  License plates that say they, motto This is Chicago in the hay day\n  Similiar to Good Times, I guess that I was Jay Jay\n  A skinny nigga, young girls with penny figures\n  So many niggaz, stacked upon each other\n  It's the black upon each other that we love so much\n  Wonder how many of us, these drugs gonna touch\n  Used to gangbang, ain't really thug that much\n  Rather have some thick broads then the dutch to clutch\n  Went to school in Baton Rouge for a couple of years\n  My college career got downed with a couple of beers\n  Came back home, now I gotta pay back loans\n  Same nigga, same block, same shit they own\n  Only thing different, quicker, they click that chrome\n  In my defense, yo I had to hit that zone\n\n  Man to man, I'm good workin with my hands\n  My generation never understood workin for the man\n  And, of bein broke I ain't a fan\n  Now I stand in the same spot, as my old man\n  My life I planned not to be on this corner\n  I still wanna see California\n  But this is my world\n\n  [Chorus Repeated Overlapping:]\n  \"It's your world\"\n\n  [Common] Yeah\n\n  [Verse 2]\n  Life and death law around us\n  Four pounds and pounds a verb from out of towners\n  It's hard to stay grounded\n  We stay high, thats why old folks down us\n  Lost, nobody found us, the force that sorrounds us\n  Ain't with us, they get us on the ground and hit us\n  We paint pictures of the chains under their names and scriptures\n  Removed from earth, only to return through birth\n  Knew this girl sellin her body, wish she knew what it was worth.\n  Between God and trash, lookin in every car that pass\n  With a walk that suggests head, to milk niggaz she was breastfed\n  She know dairy so she say cheese to get bread\n  In the area where it's more weaves and less dreads\n  Kinda scary, amongst theives and base-heads\n  Said it was her toes, but I could tell her soul hurt\n  She was colder (?), growin up she got to know hurt\n  very well in a world where self hate is overt\n  Her step-father that he was aite, so her mother he striked\n  she got to like like minded niggaz, who liked crimes and figures\n  Doin white lines and liquor, see hard times had kicked her\n  In the ass, it used to be thicker\n  Life is fast, some choose to be quicker\n  I remember in high school she had a passion to sing\n  Now she see herself in a casket in dreams\n  These are the children of crack and rap, blacks done lack\n  Self-esteem, yo we forgot the dream\n  On our jeffersons y'all but we forgot the theme\n  In the Chi, we even rootin for a garbage team\n  This queen never seen herself on this Corner\n  She still wanna see California\n  But this is her world\n\n  [Chorus repeated several times]\n\n  [Kids stating their dreams]\n\n  ['POPS']\n  Be.\n  Be here, be there\n  Be that, be this\n  Be grateful for life, be grateful to life\n  Be gleeful everyday\n  For being the best swimmer among 500, 000\n  Be-nign, be you\n  Be mom's mean pie\n  Be little black sambo\n  With bad hair\n  Be aware of what a lynch is\n  Be.\n  Be boundless energy!\n  Be a four star ghetto general\n  Be no one except I\n  Be food for thought to the growing mind\n  Be the author of your own horoscope\n  Be invited\n  Be long-living, be forgiving, be not forgetful\n  Be a proud run, only to return to fight another day\n  Be peaceful if possible, but justice in every ways\n  Be high when you low\n  Be on time, but knowing to go\n  Be cautious of the road to college\n  Taking a detour through Vietnam or the Middle East\n  Be visual of foreclosure over your shoulder while begging\n  A nation built on free labor for reparation\n  Be a cartopogropher [laughter] (whatever)\n  Be a map maker\n  Be able to find \"Afro-American man\"\n  Search thoroughly; it may be close to \"black man\"\n  Be amended five fifths\n  Be amended five fifths human\n  Be the owner of more land than is set aside for wildlife\n  Be Cupid, to world government\n  Be found among the truth, lost tribe\n  Be at full strength when walking through the valley\n  Be not foolish as temporary king\n  On the mountain top\n  Be a brilliant soul, sparkling in the galaxy\n  While walking on earth\n  Be loved by God\n  As much as God loved Ghandi and Martin Luther King\n  Be that last one of 144 thousand\n  Be the resident of the twelfth house\n  Be...\n  Eternal.\n"},{"id":2452187,"name":"It's Your World - Part 1 & 2 (Explicit)","trackName":"It's Your World - Part 1 & 2 (Explicit)","artistName":"Common","albumName":"Be","duration":514.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"Feat. 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to school in Baton Rouge for a couple of years\nMy college career got downed with a couple of beers\nCame back home, now I gotta pay back loans\nSame nigga, same block, same shit they own\nOnly thing different, quicker, they click that chrome\nIn my defense, yo I had to hit that zone\n\nMan to man, I'm good workin with my hands\nMy generation never understood workin for the man\nAnd, of bein broke I ain't a fan\nNow I stand in the same spot, as my old man\nMy life I planned not to be on this corner\nI still wanna see California\nBut this is my world\n\n[Chorus Repeated Overlapping:]\n\"It's your world\"\n\n[Common] Yeah\n\n[Verse 2]\nLife and death law around us\nFour pounds and pounds a verb from out of towners\nIt's hard to stay grounded\nWe stay high, thats why old folks down us\nLost, nobody found us, the force that sorrounds us\nAin't with us, they get us on the ground and hit us\nWe paint pictures of the chains under their names and scriptures\nRemoved from earth, only to return 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theme\nIn the Chi, we even rootin for a garbage team\nThis queen never seen herself on this Corner\nShe still wanna see California\nBut this is her world\n\n[Chorus repeated several times]\n\n[Kids stating their dreams]\n\n['POPS']\nBe.\nBe here, be there\nBe that, be this\nBe grateful for life, be grateful to life\nBe gleeful everyday\nFor being the best swimmer among 500, 000\nBe-nign, be you\nBe mom's mean pie\nBe little black sambo\nWith bad hair\nBe aware of what a lynch is\nBe.\nBe boundless energy!\nBe a four star ghetto general\nBe no one except I\nBe food for thought to the growing mind\nBe the author of your own horoscope\nBe invited\nBe long-living, be forgiving, be not forgetful\nBe a proud run, only to return to fight another day\nBe peaceful if possible, but justice in every ways\nBe high when you low\nBe on time, but knowing to go\nBe cautious of the road to college\nTaking a detour through Vietnam or the Middle East\nBe visual of foreclosure over your shoulder while 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flavors\n[00:30.20] The age of Kane and Big Daddy, shown by the caddies\n[00:33.29] Uncles named Larry, that never really grabbed me\n[00:35.26] My mother gave birth but she really never had me\n[00:38.28] Left to the hood to play daddy\n[00:40.38] Raised by niggaz named Butch through the bay bay\n[00:42.42] With waists so they weigh they status on the streets\n[00:43.42] License plates that say they, motto This is Chicago in the hay day\n[00:48.57] Similiar to Good Times, I guess that I was Jay Jay\n[00:51.56] A skinny nigga, young girls with penny figures\n[00:53.54] So many niggaz, stacked upon each other\n[00:56.66] It's the black upon each other that we love so much\n[00:58.61] Wonder how many of us, these drugs gonna touch\n[01:01.66] Used to gangbang, ain't really thug that much\n[01:04.78] Rather have some thick broads then the dutch to clutch\n[01:06.76] Went to school in Baton Rouge for a couple of years\n[01:09.85] My college career got downed with a couple of beers\n[01:11.83] Came back home, now I gotta pay back loans\n[01:14.84] Same nigga, same block, same shit they own\n[01:16.90] Only thing different, quicker, they click that chrome\n[01:19.98] In my defense, yo I had to hit that zone\n[01:23.04] Man to man, I'm good workin with my hands\n[01:25.09] My generation never understood workin for the man\n[01:28.03] And, of bein broke I ain't a fan\n[01:31.08] Now I stand in the same spot, as my old man\n[01:33.11] My life I planned not to be on this corner\n[01:36.16] I still wanna see California\n[01:39.15] But this is my world\n[01:40.26] [Chorus Repeated Overlapping:]\n[01:44.32] \"It's your world\"\n[01:48.35] [Common] Yeah\n[01:58.33] [Verse 2]\n[02:00.32] Life and death law around us\n[02:02.44] Four pounds and pounds a verb from out of towners\n[02:04.50] It's hard to stay grounded\n[02:06.50] We stay high, thats why old folks down us\n[02:08.51] Lost, nobody found us, the force that sorrounds us\n[02:10.62] Ain't with us, they get 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that suggests head, to milk niggaz she was breastfed\n  start_ms: 145050\n  end_ms: 148000\n- text: She know dairy so she say cheese to get bread\n  start_ms: 148000\n  end_ms: 151030\n- text: In the area where it's more weaves and less dreads\n  start_ms: 151030\n  end_ms: 154040\n- text: Kinda scary, amongst theives and base-heads\n  start_ms: 154040\n  end_ms: 157170\n- text: Said it was her toes, but I could tell her soul hurt\n  start_ms: 157170\n  end_ms: 160190\n- text: She was colder (?), growin up she got to know hurt\n  start_ms: 160190\n  end_ms: 163280\n- text: very well in a world where self hate is overt\n  start_ms: 163280\n  end_ms: 165300\n- text: Her step-father that he was aite, so her mother he striked\n  start_ms: 165300\n  end_ms: 168390\n- text: she got to like like minded niggaz, who liked crimes and figures\n  start_ms: 168390\n  end_ms: 171360\n- text: Doin white lines and liquor, see hard times had kicked her\n  start_ms: 171360\n  end_ms: 174440\n- text: In the ass, it used to be thicker\n  start_ms: 174440\n  end_ms: 176490\n- text: Life is fast, some choose to be quicker\n  start_ms: 176490\n  end_ms: 179490\n- text: I remember in high school she had a passion to sing\n  start_ms: 179490\n  end_ms: 181430\n- text: Now she see herself in a casket in dreams\n  start_ms: 181430\n  end_ms: 184400\n- text: These are the children of crack and rap, blacks done lack\n  start_ms: 184400\n  end_ms: 187560\n- text: Self-esteem, yo we forgot the dream\n  start_ms: 187560\n  end_ms: 189590\n- text: On our jeffersons y'all but we forgot the theme\n  start_ms: 189590\n  end_ms: 192670\n- text: In the Chi, we even rootin for a garbage team\n  start_ms: 192670\n  end_ms: 194690\n- text: This queen never seen herself on this Corner\n  start_ms: 194690\n  end_ms: 197640\n- text: She still wanna see California\n  start_ms: 197640\n  end_ms: 200600\n- text: But this is her world\n  start_ms: 200600\n  end_ms: 201710\n- text: '[Chorus repeated several times]'\n  start_ms: 201710\n  end_ms: 231890\n- text: '[Kids stating their dreams]'\n  start_ms: 231890\n  end_ms: 275110\n- text: '[''POPS'']'\n  start_ms: 275110\n  end_ms: 276130\n- text: Be.\n  start_ms: 276130\n  end_ms: 277100\n- text: Be here, be there\n  start_ms: 277100\n  end_ms: 279230\n- text: Be that, be this\n  start_ms: 279230\n  end_ms: 283350\n- text: Be grateful for life, be grateful to life\n  start_ms: 283350\n  end_ms: 288310\n- text: Be gleeful everyday\n  start_ms: 288310\n  end_ms: 293330\n- text: For being the best swimmer among 500, 000\n  start_ms: 293330\n  end_ms: 298520\n- text: Be-nign, be you\n  start_ms: 298520\n  end_ms: 305560\n- text: Be mom's mean pie\n  start_ms: 305560\n  end_ms: 309620\n- text: Be little black sambo\n  start_ms: 309620\n  end_ms: 311660\n- text: With bad hair\n  start_ms: 311660\n  end_ms: 314700\n- text: Be aware of what a lynch is\n  start_ms: 314700\n  end_ms: 318890\n- text: Be.\n  start_ms: 318890\n  end_ms: 322850\n- text: Be boundless energy!\n  start_ms: 322850\n  end_ms: 325880\n- text: Be a four star ghetto general\n  start_ms: 325880\n  end_ms: 328990\n- text: Be no one except I\n  start_ms: 328990\n  end_ms: 332950\n- text: Be food for thought to the growing mind\n  start_ms: 332950\n  end_ms: 336040\n- text: Be the author of your own horoscope\n  start_ms: 336040\n  end_ms: 342040\n- text: Be invited\n  start_ms: 342040\n  end_ms: 345140\n- text: Be long-living, be forgiving, be not forgetful\n  start_ms: 345140\n  end_ms: 349140\n- text: Be a proud run, only to return to fight another day\n  start_ms: 349140\n  end_ms: 354180\n- text: Be peaceful if possible, but justice in every ways\n  start_ms: 354180\n  end_ms: 361240\n- text: Be high when you low\n  start_ms: 361240\n  end_ms: 363210\n- text: Be on time, but knowing to go\n  start_ms: 363210\n  end_ms: 366270\n- text: Be cautious of the road to college\n  start_ms: 366270\n  end_ms: 371320\n- text: Taking a detour through Vietnam or the 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Be at full strength when walking through the valley\n  start_ms: 440900\n  end_ms: 446060\n- text: Be not foolish as temporary king\n  start_ms: 446060\n  end_ms: 450030\n- text: On the mountain top\n  start_ms: 450030\n  end_ms: 453060\n- text: Be a brilliant soul, sparkling in the galaxy\n  start_ms: 453060\n  end_ms: 460120\n- text: While walking on earth\n  start_ms: 460120\n  end_ms: 464150\n- text: Be loved by God\n  start_ms: 464150\n  end_ms: 469250\n- text: As much as God loved Ghandi and Martin Luther King\n  start_ms: 469250\n  end_ms: 473280\n- text: Be that last one of 144 thousand\n  start_ms: 473280\n  end_ms: 479370\n- text: Be the resident of the twelfth house\n  start_ms: 479370\n  end_ms: 482360\n- text: Be...\n  start_ms: 482360\n  end_ms: 485470\n- text: Eternal.\n  start_ms: 485470\n  end_ms: 509560\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 509560\nplain: |-\n  [Verse 1]\n  Night Blows, Stoves don't work, Hoes at work\n  A warrior, so I wear 'em on my shirt\n  Wish I was free as Che was, I spend a day buzzed\n  Trippin on heights, wishin for nights in different flavors\n  The age of Kane and Big Daddy, shown by the caddies\n  Uncles named Larry, that never really grabbed me\n  My mother gave birth but she really never had me\n  Left to the hood to play daddy\n  Raised by niggaz named Butch through the bay bay\n  With waists so they weigh they status on the streets\n  License plates that say they, motto This is Chicago in the hay day\n  Similiar to Good Times, I guess that I was Jay Jay\n  A skinny nigga, young girls with penny figures\n  So many niggaz, stacked upon each other\n  It's the black upon each other that we love so much\n  Wonder how many of us, these drugs gonna touch\n  Used to gangbang, ain't really thug that much\n  Rather have some thick broads then the dutch to clutch\n  Went to school in Baton Rouge for a couple of years\n  My college career got downed with a couple of beers\n  Came back home, now I gotta pay back loans\n  Same nigga, same block, same shit they own\n  Only thing different, quicker, they click that chrome\n  In my defense, yo I had to hit that zone\n\n  Man to man, I'm good workin with my hands\n  My generation never understood workin for the man\n  And, of bein broke I ain't a fan\n  Now I stand in the same spot, as my old man\n  My life I planned not to be on this corner\n  I still wanna see California\n  But this is my world\n\n  [Chorus Repeated Overlapping:]\n  \"It's your world\"\n\n  [Common] Yeah\n\n  [Verse 2]\n  Life and death law around us\n  Four pounds and pounds a verb from out of towners\n  It's hard to stay grounded\n  We stay high, thats why old folks down us\n  Lost, nobody found us, the force that sorrounds us\n  Ain't with us, they get us on the ground and hit us\n  We paint pictures of the chains under their names and scriptures\n  Removed from earth, only to return through birth\n  Knew this girl sellin her body, wish she knew what it was worth.\n  Between God and trash, lookin in every car that pass\n  With a walk that suggests head, to milk niggaz she was breastfed\n  She know dairy so she say cheese to get bread\n  In the area where it's more weaves and less dreads\n  Kinda scary, amongst theives and base-heads\n  Said it was her toes, but I could tell her soul hurt\n  She was colder (?), growin up she got to know hurt\n  very well in a world where self hate is overt\n  Her step-father that he was aite, so her mother he striked\n  she got to like like minded niggaz, who liked crimes and figures\n  Doin white lines and liquor, see hard times had kicked her\n  In the ass, it used to be thicker\n  Life is fast, some choose to be quicker\n  I remember in high school she had a passion to sing\n  Now she see herself in a casket in dreams\n  These are the children of crack and rap, blacks done lack\n  Self-esteem, yo we forgot the dream\n  On our jeffersons y'all but we forgot the theme\n  In the Chi, we even rootin for a garbage team\n  This queen never seen herself on this Corner\n  She still wanna see California\n  But this is her world\n\n  [Chorus repeated several times]\n\n  [Kids stating their dreams]\n\n  ['POPS']\n  Be.\n  Be here, be there\n  Be that, be this\n  Be grateful for life, be grateful to life\n  Be gleeful everyday\n  For being the best swimmer among 500, 000\n  Be-nign, be you\n  Be mom's mean pie\n  Be little black sambo\n  With bad hair\n  Be aware of what a lynch is\n  Be.\n  Be boundless energy!\n  Be a four star ghetto general\n  Be no one except I\n  Be food for thought to the growing mind\n  Be the author of your own horoscope\n  Be invited\n  Be long-living, be forgiving, be not forgetful\n  Be a proud run, only to return to fight another day\n  Be peaceful if possible, but justice in every ways\n  Be high when you low\n  Be on time, but knowing to go\n  Be cautious of the road to college\n  Taking a detour through Vietnam or the Middle East\n  Be visual of foreclosure over your shoulder while begging\n  A nation built on free labor for reparation\n  Be a cartopogropher [laughter] (whatever)\n  Be a map maker\n  Be able to find \"Afro-American man\"\n  Search thoroughly; it may be close to \"black man\"\n  Be amended five fifths\n  Be amended five fifths human\n  Be the owner of more land than is set aside for wildlife\n  Be Cupid, to world government\n  Be found among the truth, lost tribe\n  Be at full strength when walking through the valley\n  Be not foolish as temporary king\n  On the mountain top\n  Be a brilliant soul, sparkling in the galaxy\n  While walking on earth\n  Be loved by God\n  As much as God loved Ghandi and Martin Luther King\n  Be that last one of 144 thousand\n  Be the resident of the twelfth house\n  Be...\n  Eternal.\n"},{"id":36589039,"name":"It's Your World (Part 1 & 2 (Edited))","trackName":"It's Your World (Part 1 & 2 (Edited))","artistName":"Common","albumName":"Be","duration":514.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Night glows, stoves don't work, hoes at work\nA warrior, so I wear 'em on my shirt\nWish I was free as Che was, I spend a day buzzed\nTrippin' on heights, wishin' for Nikes in different flavors\nThe age of Kane and Big Daddy, shown by the caddies\nUncles named Larry, that never really grabbed me\nMy mother gave birth but she really never had me\nLeft to the hood to play daddy\nRaised by niggas named Butch through the bay bay\nWith waists so they weigh they status on the streets\nLicense plates that say they, motto\nThis is Chicago in the hay day\nSimilar to Good Times, I guess that I was Jay Jay\nA skinny nigga, young girls with penny figures\nSo many niggas, stacked upon each other\nIt's the black upon each other that we love so much\nWonder how many of us, these drugs gonna touch\nUsed to gang bang, ain't really thug that much\nRather have some thick broads then the dutch to clutch\nWent to school in Baton Rouge for a couple of years\nMy college career got downed with a couple of beers\nCame back home, now I gotta pay back loans\nSame nigga, same block, same shit they own\nOnly thing different, quicker, they click that chrome\nIn my defence, yo I had to hit that zone\nMan to man, I'm good workin' with my hands\nMy generation never understood workin' for the man\nAnd, of being broke I ain't a fan\nNow I stand in the same spot, as my old man\nMy life I planned not to be on this corner\nI still wanna see California\nBut this is my world\n\nIt's your world\n\nLife and death law around us\nFour pounds and pounds of bird from out of towners\nIt's hard to stay grounded\nWe stay high, that's why old folks down us\nLost, nobody found us, the force that surrounds us\nAin't with us, they get us on the ground and hit us\nWe paint pictures of the chains under their names and scriptures\nRemoved from Earth, only to return through birth\nKnew this girl sellin' her body, wish she knew what it was worth\nBetween God and trash, lookin' in every car that pass\nWith a walk that suggests head, to milk niggas she was breastfed\nShe know dairy so she say cheese to get bread\nIn the area where it's more weaves and less dreads\nKinda scary, amongst thieves and base-heads\nSaid it was her toes, but I could tell her soul hurt\nShe was cold turk, growin' up she got to know hurt\nVery well in a world where self hate is overt\nHer stepfather thought he was Ike, so her mother he strike\nShe got to like like-minded niggas, who liked crimes and figures\nDoin' white lines and liquor, see hard times had kicked her\nIn the ass, it used to be thicker\nLife is fast, some choose to be quicker\nI remember in high school she had a passion to sing\nNow she see herself in a casket in dreams\nThese are the children of crack and rap, blacks done lack\nSelf-esteem, yo we forgot the dream\nOn our Jeffersons y'all but we forgot the theme\nIn the Chi, we even rootin' for a garbage team\nThis queen never seen herself on this Corner\nShe still wanna see California\nBut this is her world\n\nBe, be here, be there, be that, be this\nBe grateful for life, be grateful to life\nBe gleeful everyday, for bein the best swimmer among 500, 000\nBe-nign, be you, be mom's mean pie, be little black sambo With bad hair\nBe aware of Willie Lynch's, Be, be boundless energy\nBe a four star ghetto general, be no one except I\nBe a strong academic student, be an A student in sociology\nBe food for thought to the growin mind, be the author of your own horoscope\nBe invited, be long-living, be forgiving, be not forgetful\nBe a proud run, only to return to fight another day\nBe peaceful if possible, but justice in ways (?)\nBe high when you low, be on time but know when to go\nBe cautious of the road to college, takin a detour through Vietnam or the middle east\nBe absent of wars at any past or present fought amongst themselves\nBe visual of foreclosure over your shoulder while beggin\nA nation built on free labor for reparation, Be a cartographer\nBe a map maker, be able to find Afro-american land\nSearch 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different flavors\n[00:30.20] The age of Kane and Big Daddy, shown by the caddies\n[00:33.29] Uncles named Larry, that never really grabbed me\n[00:35.26] My mother gave birth but she really never had me\n[00:38.28] Left to the hood to play daddy\n[00:40.38] Raised by niggaz named Butch through the bay bay\n[00:42.42] With waists so they weigh they status on the streets\n[00:43.42] License plates that say they, motto This is Chicago in the hay day\n[00:48.57] Similiar to Good Times, I guess that I was Jay Jay\n[00:51.56] A skinny nigga, young girls with penny figures\n[00:53.54] So many niggaz, stacked upon each other\n[00:56.66] It's the black upon each other that we love so much\n[00:58.61] Wonder how many of us, these drugs gonna touch\n[01:01.66] Used to gangbang, ain't really thug that much\n[01:04.78] Rather have some thick broads then the dutch to clutch\n[01:06.76] Went to school in Baton Rouge for a couple of years\n[01:09.85] My college career got downed with a couple of 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us on the ground and hit us\n[02:13.63] We paint pictures of the chains under their names and scriptures\n[02:16.79] Removed from earth, only to return through birth\n[02:18.88] Knew this girl sellin her body, wish she knew what it was worth.\n[02:21.97] Between God and trash, lookin in every car that pass\n[02:25.05] With a walk that suggests head, to milk niggaz she was breastfed\n[02:28.00] She know dairy so she say cheese to get bread\n[02:31.03] In the area where it's more weaves and less dreads\n[02:34.04] Kinda scary, amongst theives and base-heads\n[02:37.17] Said it was her toes, but I could tell her soul hurt\n[02:40.19] She was colder (?), growin up she got to know hurt\n[02:43.28] very well in a world where self hate is overt\n[02:45.30] Her step-father that he was aite, so her mother he striked\n[02:48.39] she got to like like minded niggaz, who liked crimes and figures\n[02:51.36] Doin white lines and liquor, see hard times had kicked her\n[02:54.44] In the ass, it used to be thicker\n[02:56.49] Life is fast, some choose to be quicker\n[02:59.49] I remember in high school she had a passion to sing\n[03:01.43] Now she see herself in a casket in dreams\n[03:04.40] These are the children of crack and rap, blacks done lack\n[03:07.56] Self-esteem, yo we forgot the dream\n[03:09.59] On our jeffersons y'all but we forgot the theme\n[03:12.67] In the Chi, we even rootin for a garbage team\n[03:14.69] This queen never seen herself on this Corner\n[03:17.64] She still wanna see California\n[03:20.60] But this is her world\n[03:21.71] [Chorus repeated several times]\n[03:51.89] [Kids stating their dreams]\n[04:35.11] ['POPS']\n[04:36.13] Be.\n[04:37.10] Be here, be there\n[04:39.23] Be that, be this\n[04:43.35] Be grateful for life, be grateful to life\n[04:48.31] Be gleeful everyday\n[04:53.33] For being the best swimmer among 500, 000\n[04:58.52] Be-nign, be you\n[05:05.56] Be mom's mean pie\n[05:09.62] Be little black sambo\n[05:11.66] With bad hair\n[05:14.70] Be aware of what a lynch is\n[05:18.89] Be.\n[05:22.85] Be boundless energy!\n[05:25.88] Be a four star ghetto general\n[05:28.99] Be no one except I\n[05:32.95] Be food for thought to the growing mind\n[05:36.04] Be the author of your own horoscope\n[05:42.04] Be invited\n[05:45.14] Be long-living, be forgiving, be not forgetful\n[05:49.14] Be a proud run, only to return to fight another day\n[05:54.18] Be peaceful if possible, but justice in every ways\n[06:01.24] Be high when you low\n[06:03.21] Be on time, but knowing to go\n[06:06.27] Be cautious of the road to college\n[06:11.32] Taking a detour through Vietnam or the Middle East\n[06:16.32] Be visual of foreclosure over your shoulder while begging\n[06:27.44] A nation built on free labor for reparation\n[06:32.46] Be a cartopogropher [laughter] (whatever)\n[06:41.57] Be a map maker\n[06:42.59] Be able to find \"Afro-American man\"\n[06:47.58] Search thoroughly; it may be close to \"black man\"\n[06:51.62] Be 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Rather have some thick broads then the dutch to clutch\n  Went to school in Baton Rouge for a couple of years\n  My college career got downed with a couple of beers\n  Came back home, now I gotta pay back loans\n  Same nigga, same block, same shit they own\n  Only thing different, quicker, they click that chrome\n  In my defense, yo I had to hit that zone\n\n  Man to man, I'm good workin with my hands\n  My generation never understood workin for the man\n  And, of bein broke I ain't a fan\n  Now I stand in the same spot, as my old man\n  My life I planned not to be on this corner\n  I still wanna see California\n  But this is my world\n\n  [Chorus Repeated Overlapping:]\n  \"It's your world\"\n\n  [Common] Yeah\n\n  [Verse 2]\n  Life and death law around us\n  Four pounds and pounds a verb from out of towners\n  It's hard to stay grounded\n  We stay high, thats why old folks down us\n  Lost, nobody found us, the force that sorrounds us\n  Ain't with us, they get us on the ground and hit us\n  We paint pictures of the chains under their names and scriptures\n  Removed from earth, only to return through birth\n  Knew this girl sellin her body, wish she knew what it was worth.\n  Between God and trash, lookin in every car that pass\n  With a walk that suggests head, to milk niggaz she was breastfed\n  She know dairy so she say cheese to get bread\n  In the area where it's more weaves and less dreads\n  Kinda scary, amongst theives and base-heads\n  Said it was her toes, but I could tell her soul hurt\n  She was colder (?), growin up she got to know hurt\n  very well in a world where self hate is overt\n  Her step-father that he was aite, so her mother he striked\n  she got to like like minded niggaz, who liked crimes and figures\n  Doin white lines and liquor, see hard times had kicked her\n  In the ass, it used to be thicker\n  Life is fast, some choose to be quicker\n  I remember in high school she had a passion to sing\n  Now she see herself in a casket in dreams\n  These are the children of crack and rap, blacks done lack\n  Self-esteem, yo we forgot the dream\n  On our jeffersons y'all but we forgot the theme\n  In the Chi, we even rootin for a garbage team\n  This queen never seen herself on this Corner\n  She still wanna see California\n  But this is her world\n\n  [Chorus repeated several times]\n\n  [Kids stating their dreams]\n\n  ['POPS']\n  Be.\n  Be here, be there\n  Be that, be this\n  Be grateful for life, be grateful to life\n  Be gleeful everyday\n  For being the best swimmer among 500, 000\n  Be-nign, be you\n  Be mom's mean pie\n  Be little black sambo\n  With bad hair\n  Be aware of what a lynch is\n  Be.\n  Be boundless energy!\n  Be a four star ghetto general\n  Be no one except I\n  Be food for thought to the growing mind\n  Be the author of your own horoscope\n  Be invited\n  Be long-living, be forgiving, be not forgetful\n  Be a proud run, only to return to fight another day\n  Be peaceful if possible, but justice in every ways\n  Be high when you low\n  Be on time, but knowing to go\n  Be cautious of the road to college\n  Taking a detour through Vietnam or the Middle East\n  Be visual of foreclosure over your shoulder while begging\n  A nation built on free labor for reparation\n  Be a cartopogropher [laughter] (whatever)\n  Be a map maker\n  Be able to find \"Afro-American man\"\n  Search thoroughly; it may be close to \"black man\"\n  Be amended five fifths\n  Be amended five fifths human\n  Be the owner of more land than is set aside for wildlife\n  Be Cupid, to world government\n  Be found among the truth, lost tribe\n  Be at full strength when walking through the valley\n  Be not foolish as temporary king\n  On the mountain top\n  Be a brilliant soul, sparkling in the galaxy\n  While walking on earth\n  Be loved by God\n  As much as God loved Ghandi and Martin Luther King\n  Be that last one of 144 thousand\n  Be the resident of the twelfth house\n  Be...\n  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broads then the dutch to clutch\nWent to school in Baton Rouge for a couple of years\nMy college career got downed with a couple of beers\nCame back home, now I gotta pay back loans\nSame nigga, same block, same shit they own\nOnly thing different, quicker, they click that chrome\nIn my defense, yo I had to hit that zone\n\nMan to man, I'm good workin with my hands\nMy generation never understood workin for the man\nAnd, of bein broke I ain't a fan\nNow I stand in the same spot, as my old man\nMy life I planned not to be on this corner\nI still wanna see California\nBut this is my world\n\n[Chorus Repeated Overlapping:]\n\"It's your world\"\n\n[Common] Yeah\n\n[Verse 2]\nLife and death law around us\nFour pounds and pounds a verb from out of towners\nIt's hard to stay grounded\nWe stay high, thats why old folks down us\nLost, nobody found us, the force that sorrounds us\nAin't with us, they get us on the ground and hit us\nWe paint pictures of the chains under their names and scriptures\nRemoved from earth, only to return through birth\nKnew this girl sellin her body, wish she knew what it was worth.\nBetween God and trash, lookin in every car that pass\nWith a walk that suggests head, to milk niggaz she was breastfed\nShe know dairy so she say cheese to get bread\nIn the area where it's more weaves and less dreads\nKinda scary, amongst theives and base-heads\nSaid it was her toes, but I could tell her soul hurt\nShe was colder (?), growin up she got to know hurt\nvery well in a world where self hate is overt\nHer step-father that he was aite, so her mother he striked\nshe got to like like minded niggaz, who liked crimes and figures\nDoin white lines and liquor, see hard times had kicked her\nIn the ass, it used to be thicker\nLife is fast, some choose to be quicker\nI remember in high school she had a passion to sing\nNow she see herself in a casket in dreams\nThese are the children of crack and rap, blacks done lack\nSelf-esteem, yo we forgot the dream\nOn our jeffersons y'all but we forgot the theme\nIn the Chi, we even rootin for a garbage team\nThis queen never seen herself on this Corner\nShe still wanna see California\nBut this is her world\n\n[Chorus repeated several times]\n\n[Kids stating their dreams]\n\n['POPS']\nBe.\nBe here, be there\nBe that, be this\nBe grateful for life, be grateful to life\nBe gleeful everyday\nFor being the best swimmer among 500, 000\nBe-nign, be you\nBe mom's mean pie\nBe little black sambo\nWith bad hair\nBe aware of what a lynch is\nBe.\nBe boundless energy!\nBe a four star ghetto general\nBe no one except I\nBe food for thought to the growing mind\nBe the author of your own horoscope\nBe invited\nBe long-living, be forgiving, be not forgetful\nBe a proud run, only to return to fight another day\nBe peaceful if possible, but justice in every ways\nBe high when you low\nBe on time, but knowing to go\nBe cautious of the road to college\nTaking a detour through Vietnam or the Middle East\nBe visual of foreclosure over your shoulder while begging\nA nation built on free labor for reparation\nBe a cartopogropher [laughter] (whatever)\nBe a map maker\nBe able to find \"Afro-American man\"\nSearch thoroughly; it may be close to \"black man\"\nBe amended five fifths\nBe amended five fifths human\nBe the owner of more land than is set aside for wildlife\nBe Cupid, to world government\nBe found among the truth, lost tribe\nBe at full strength when walking through the valley\nBe not foolish as temporary king\nOn the mountain top\nBe a brilliant soul, sparkling in the galaxy\nWhile walking on earth\nBe loved by God\nAs much as God loved Ghandi and Martin Luther King\nBe that last one of 144 thousand\nBe the resident of the twelfth house\nBe...\nEternal.","syncedLyrics":"[00:20.06] [Verse 1]\n[00:21.15] Night Blows, Stoves don't work, Hoes at work\n[00:22.15] A warrior, so I wear 'em on my shirt\n[00:24.10] Wish I was free as Che was, I spend a day buzzed\n[00:27.16] Trippin on heights, wishin for nights in different flavors\n[00:30.20] The age of Kane and Big Daddy, shown by the caddies\n[00:33.29] Uncles named Larry, that never really grabbed me\n[00:35.26] My mother gave birth but she really never had me\n[00:38.28] Left to the hood to play daddy\n[00:40.38] Raised by niggaz named Butch through the bay bay\n[00:42.42] With waists so they weigh they status on the streets\n[00:43.42] License plates that say they, motto This is Chicago in the hay day\n[00:48.57] Similiar to Good Times, I guess that I was Jay Jay\n[00:51.56] A skinny nigga, young girls with penny figures\n[00:53.54] So many niggaz, stacked upon each other\n[00:56.66] It's the black upon each other that we love so much\n[00:58.61] Wonder how many of us, these drugs gonna touch\n[01:01.66] Used to gangbang, ain't really thug that much\n[01:04.78] Rather have some thick broads then the dutch to clutch\n[01:06.76] Went to school in Baton Rouge for a couple of years\n[01:09.85] My college career got downed with a couple of beers\n[01:11.83] Came back home, now I gotta pay back loans\n[01:14.84] Same nigga, same block, same shit they own\n[01:16.90] Only thing different, quicker, they click that chrome\n[01:19.98] In my defense, yo I had to hit that zone\n[01:23.04] Man to man, I'm good workin with my hands\n[01:25.09] My generation never understood workin for the man\n[01:28.03] And, of bein broke I ain't a fan\n[01:31.08] Now I stand in the same spot, as my old man\n[01:33.11] My life I planned not to be on this corner\n[01:36.16] I still wanna see California\n[01:39.15] But this is my world\n[01:40.26] [Chorus Repeated Overlapping:]\n[01:44.32] \"It's your world\"\n[01:48.35] [Common] Yeah\n[01:58.33] [Verse 2]\n[02:00.32] Life and death law around us\n[02:02.44] Four pounds and pounds a verb from out of towners\n[02:04.50] It's hard to stay grounded\n[02:06.50] We stay high, thats why old folks down us\n[02:08.51] Lost, nobody found us, the force that sorrounds us\n[02:10.62] Ain't with us, they get us on the ground and hit us\n[02:13.63] We paint pictures of the chains under their names and scriptures\n[02:16.79] Removed from earth, only to return through birth\n[02:18.88] Knew this girl sellin her body, wish she knew what it was worth.\n[02:21.97] Between God and trash, lookin in every car that pass\n[02:25.05] With a walk that suggests head, to milk niggaz she was breastfed\n[02:28.00] She know dairy so she say cheese to get bread\n[02:31.03] In the area where it's more weaves and less dreads\n[02:34.04] Kinda scary, amongst theives and base-heads\n[02:37.17] Said it was her toes, but I could tell her soul hurt\n[02:40.19] She was colder (?), growin up she got to know hurt\n[02:43.28] very well in a world where self hate is overt\n[02:45.30] Her step-father that he was aite, so her mother he striked\n[02:48.39] she got to like like minded niggaz, who liked crimes and figures\n[02:51.36] Doin white lines and liquor, see hard times had kicked her\n[02:54.44] In the ass, it used to be thicker\n[02:56.49] Life is fast, some choose to be quicker\n[02:59.49] I remember in high school she had a passion to sing\n[03:01.43] Now she see herself in a casket in dreams\n[03:04.40] These are the children of crack and rap, blacks done lack\n[03:07.56] Self-esteem, yo we forgot the dream\n[03:09.59] On our jeffersons y'all but we forgot the theme\n[03:12.67] In the Chi, we even rootin for a garbage team\n[03:14.69] This queen never seen herself on this Corner\n[03:17.64] She still wanna see California\n[03:20.60] But this is her world\n[03:21.71] [Chorus repeated several times]\n[03:51.89] [Kids stating their dreams]\n[04:35.11] ['POPS']\n[04:36.13] Be.\n[04:37.10] Be here, be there\n[04:39.23] Be that, be this\n[04:43.35] Be grateful for life, be grateful to life\n[04:48.31] Be gleeful everyday\n[04:53.33] For being the best swimmer among 500, 000\n[04:58.52] Be-nign, be you\n[05:05.56] Be mom's mean pie\n[05:09.62] Be little black sambo\n[05:11.66] With bad hair\n[05:14.70] Be aware of what a lynch is\n[05:18.89] Be.\n[05:22.85] Be boundless energy!\n[05:25.88] Be a four star ghetto general\n[05:28.99] Be no one except I\n[05:32.95] Be food for thought to the growing mind\n[05:36.04] Be the author of your own horoscope\n[05:42.04] Be invited\n[05:45.14] Be long-living, be forgiving, be not forgetful\n[05:49.14] Be a proud run, only to return to fight another day\n[05:54.18] Be peaceful if possible, but justice in every ways\n[06:01.24] Be high when you low\n[06:03.21] Be on time, but knowing to go\n[06:06.27] Be cautious of the road to college\n[06:11.32] Taking a detour through Vietnam or the Middle East\n[06:16.32] Be visual of foreclosure over your shoulder while begging\n[06:27.44] A nation built on free labor for reparation\n[06:32.46] Be a cartopogropher [laughter] (whatever)\n[06:41.57] Be a map maker\n[06:42.59] Be able to find \"Afro-American man\"\n[06:47.58] Search thoroughly; it may be close to 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ground and hit us\n  We paint pictures of the chains under their names and scriptures\n  Removed from earth, only to return through birth\n  Knew this girl sellin her body, wish she knew what it was worth.\n  Between God and trash, lookin in every car that pass\n  With a walk that suggests head, to milk niggaz she was breastfed\n  She know dairy so she say cheese to get bread\n  In the area where it's more weaves and less dreads\n  Kinda scary, amongst theives and base-heads\n  Said it was her toes, but I could tell her soul hurt\n  She was colder (?), growin up she got to know hurt\n  very well in a world where self hate is overt\n  Her step-father that he was aite, so her mother he striked\n  she got to like like minded niggaz, who liked crimes and figures\n  Doin white lines and liquor, see hard times had kicked her\n  In the ass, it used to be thicker\n  Life is fast, some choose to be quicker\n  I remember in high school she had a passion to sing\n  Now she see herself in a casket in dreams\n  These are the children of crack and rap, blacks done lack\n  Self-esteem, yo we forgot the dream\n  On our jeffersons y'all but we forgot the theme\n  In the Chi, we even rootin for a garbage team\n  This queen never seen herself on this Corner\n  She still wanna see California\n  But this is her world\n\n  [Chorus repeated several times]\n\n  [Kids stating their dreams]\n\n  ['POPS']\n  Be.\n  Be here, be there\n  Be that, be this\n  Be grateful for life, be grateful to life\n  Be gleeful everyday\n  For being the best swimmer among 500, 000\n  Be-nign, be you\n  Be mom's mean pie\n  Be little black sambo\n  With bad hair\n  Be aware of what a lynch is\n  Be.\n  Be boundless energy!\n  Be a four star ghetto general\n  Be no one except I\n  Be food for thought to the growing mind\n  Be the author of your own horoscope\n  Be invited\n  Be long-living, be forgiving, be not forgetful\n  Be a proud run, only to return to fight another day\n  Be peaceful if possible, but justice in every ways\n  Be high when you low\n  Be on time, but knowing to go\n  Be cautious of the road to college\n  Taking a detour through Vietnam or the Middle East\n  Be visual of foreclosure over your shoulder while begging\n  A nation built on free labor for reparation\n  Be a cartopogropher [laughter] (whatever)\n  Be a map maker\n  Be able to find \"Afro-American man\"\n  Search thoroughly; it may be close to \"black man\"\n  Be amended five fifths\n  Be amended five fifths human\n  Be the owner of more land than is set aside for wildlife\n  Be Cupid, to world government\n  Be found among the truth, lost tribe\n  Be at full strength when walking through the valley\n  Be not foolish as temporary king\n  On the mountain top\n  Be a brilliant soul, sparkling in the galaxy\n  While walking on earth\n  Be loved by God\n  As much as God loved Ghandi and Martin Luther King\n  Be that last one of 144 thousand\n  Be the resident of the twelfth house\n  Be...\n  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much\nRather have some thick broads then the dutch to clutch\nWent to school in Baton Rouge for a couple of years\nMy college career got downed with a couple of beers\nCame back home, now I gotta pay back loans\nSame nigga, same block, same shit they own\nOnly thing different, quicker, they click that chrome\nIn my defense, yo I had to hit that zone\n\nMan to man, I'm good workin with my hands\nMy generation never understood workin for the man\nAnd, of bein broke I ain't a fan\nNow I stand in the same spot, as my old man\nMy life I planned not to be on this corner\nI still wanna see California\nBut this is my world\n\n[Chorus Repeated Overlapping:]\n\"It's your world\"\n\n[Common] Yeah\n\n[Verse 2]\nLife and death law around us\nFour pounds and pounds a verb from out of towners\nIt's hard to stay grounded\nWe stay high, thats why old folks down us\nLost, nobody found us, the force that sorrounds us\nAin't with us, they get us on the ground and hit us\nWe paint pictures of the chains under their names and scriptures\nRemoved from earth, only to return through birth\nKnew this girl sellin her body, wish she knew what it was worth.\nBetween God and trash, lookin in every car that pass\nWith a walk that suggests head, to milk niggaz she was breastfed\nShe know dairy so she say cheese to get bread\nIn the area where it's more weaves and less dreads\nKinda scary, amongst theives and base-heads\nSaid it was her toes, but I could tell her soul hurt\nShe was colder (?), growin up she got to know hurt\nvery well in a world where self hate is overt\nHer step-father that he was aite, so her mother he striked\nshe got to like like minded niggaz, who liked crimes and figures\nDoin white lines and liquor, see hard times had kicked her\nIn the ass, it used to be thicker\nLife is fast, some choose to be quicker\nI remember in high school she had a passion to sing\nNow she see herself in a casket in dreams\nThese are the children of crack and rap, blacks done lack\nSelf-esteem, yo we forgot the dream\nOn our jeffersons y'all but we forgot the theme\nIn the Chi, we even rootin for a garbage team\nThis queen never seen herself on this Corner\nShe still wanna see California\nBut this is her world\n\n[Chorus repeated several times]\n\n[Kids stating their dreams]\n\n['POPS']\nBe.\nBe here, be there\nBe that, be this\nBe grateful for life, be grateful to life\nBe gleeful everyday\nFor being the best swimmer among 500, 000\nBe-nign, be you\nBe mom's mean pie\nBe little black sambo\nWith bad hair\nBe aware of what a lynch is\nBe.\nBe boundless energy!\nBe a four star ghetto general\nBe no one except I\nBe food for thought to the growing mind\nBe the author of your own horoscope\nBe invited\nBe long-living, be forgiving, be not forgetful\nBe a proud run, only to return to fight another day\nBe peaceful if possible, but justice in every ways\nBe high when you low\nBe on time, but knowing to go\nBe cautious of the road to college\nTaking a detour through Vietnam or the Middle East\nBe visual of foreclosure over your shoulder while begging\nA nation built on free labor for reparation\nBe a cartopogropher [laughter] (whatever)\nBe a map maker\nBe able to find \"Afro-American man\"\nSearch thoroughly; it may be close to \"black man\"\nBe amended five fifths\nBe amended five fifths human\nBe the owner of more land than is set aside for wildlife\nBe Cupid, to world government\nBe found among the truth, lost tribe\nBe at full strength when walking through the valley\nBe not foolish as temporary king\nOn the mountain top\nBe a brilliant soul, sparkling in the galaxy\nWhile walking on earth\nBe loved by God\nAs much as God loved Ghandi and Martin Luther King\nBe that last one of 144 thousand\nBe the resident of the twelfth house\nBe...\nEternal.","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.92] [Verse 1]\n[00:20.73] Night Blows, Stoves don't work, Hoes at work\n[00:22.28] A warrior, so I wear 'em on my shirt\n[00:25.23] Wish I was free as Che was, I spend a day buzzed\n[00:28.60] Trippin on heights, wishin for nights in different flavors\n[00:30.02] The age of Kane and Big Daddy, shown by the caddies\n[00:32.73] Uncles named Larry, that never really grabbed me\n[00:36.28] My mother gave birth but she really never had me\n[00:38.67] Left to the hood to play daddy\n[00:40.85] Raised by niggaz named Butch through the bay bay\n[00:42.99] With waists so they weigh they status on the streets\n[00:44.53] License plates that say they, motto This is Chicago in the hay day\n[00:49.17] Similiar to Good Times, I guess that I was Jay Jay\n[00:52.36] A skinny nigga, young girls with penny figures\n[00:54.55] So many niggaz, stacked upon each other\n[00:57.83] It's the black upon each other that we love so much\n[01:00.15] Wonder how many of us, these drugs gonna touch\n[01:02.84] Used to gangbang, ain't really thug that much\n[01:05.40] Rather have some thick broads then the dutch to clutch\n[01:08.16] Went to school in Baton Rouge for a couple of years\n[01:10.87] My college career got downed with a couple of beers\n[01:13.41] Came back home, now I gotta pay back loans\n[01:16.08] Same nigga, same block, same shit they own\n[01:18.65] Only thing different, quicker, they click that chrome\n[01:21.41] In my defense, yo I had to hit that zone\n[01:24.03] Man to man, I'm good workin with my hands\n[01:26.71] My generation never understood workin for the man\n[01:28.87] And, of bein broke I ain't a fan\n[01:31.99] Now I stand in the same spot, as my old man\n[01:33.99] My life I planned not to be on this corner\n[01:37.09] I still wanna see California\n[01:39.82] But this is my world\n[01:41.53] [Chorus Repeated Overlapping:]\n[01:43.48] \"It's your world\"\n[01:44.75] [Common] Yeah\n[02:01.34] [Verse 2]\n[02:01.90] Life and death law around us\n[02:03.39] Four pounds and pounds a verb from out of towners\n[02:05.62] It's hard to stay grounded\n[02:07.18] We stay high, thats why old folks down us\n[02:09.65] Lost, nobody found us, the force that sorrounds us\n[02:12.22] Ain't with us, they get us on the ground and hit us\n[02:14.71] We paint pictures of the chains under their names and scriptures\n[02:17.12] Removed from earth, only to return through birth\n[02:19.99] Knew this girl sellin her body, wish she knew what it was worth.\n[02:22.77] Between God and trash, lookin in every car that pass\n[02:25.46] With a walk that suggests head, to milk niggaz she was breastfed\n[02:29.14] She know dairy so she say cheese to get bread\n[02:32.01] In the area where it's more weaves and less dreads\n[02:34.85] Kinda scary, amongst theives and base-heads\n[02:37.61] Said it was her toes, but I could tell her soul hurt\n[02:40.58] She was colder (?), growin up she got to know hurt\n[02:43.66] very well in a world where self hate is overt\n[02:45.98] Her step-father that he was aite, so her mother he striked\n[02:49.44] she got to like like minded niggaz, who liked crimes and figures\n[02:51.98] Doin white lines and liquor, see hard times had kicked her\n[02:54.72] In the ass, it used to be thicker\n[02:57.55] Life is fast, some choose to be quicker\n[03:00.06] I remember in high school she had a passion to sing\n[03:02.71] Now she see herself in a casket in dreams\n[03:05.35] These are the children of crack and rap, blacks done lack\n[03:07.95] Self-esteem, yo we forgot the dream\n[03:10.63] On our jeffersons y'all but we forgot the theme\n[03:13.38] In the Chi, we even rootin for a garbage team\n[03:15.84] This queen never seen herself on this Corner\n[03:18.79] She still wanna see California\n[03:20.82] But this is her world\n[03:22.44] [Chorus repeated several times]\n[03:53.18] [Kids stating their dreams]\n[04:36.15] ['POPS']\n[04:38.33] Be.\n[04:39.13] Be here, be there\n[04:40.18] Be that, be this\n[04:43.36] Be grateful for life, be grateful to life\n[04:49.85] Be gleeful everyday\n[04:54.17] For being the best swimmer among 500, 000\n[05:00.12] Be-nign, be you\n[05:07.12] Be mom's mean pie\n[05:10.01] Be little black sambo\n[05:12.44] With bad hair\n[05:15.16] Be aware of what a lynch is\n[05:19.72] Be.\n[05:22.83] Be boundless energy!\n[05:25.44] Be a four star ghetto general\n[05:29.21] Be no one except I\n[05:33.57] Be food for thought to the growing mind\n[05:36.92] Be the author of your own horoscope\n[05:41.93] Be invited\n[05:45.63] Be long-living, be forgiving, be not forgetful\n[05:50.48] Be a proud run, only to return to fight another day\n[05:55.75] Be peaceful if possible, but justice in every ways\n[06:01.79] Be high when you low\n[06:04.44] Be on time, but knowing to go\n[06:07.19] Be cautious of the road to college\n[06:11.87] Taking a detour through Vietnam or the Middle East\n[06:17.68] Be visual of foreclosure over your shoulder while begging\n[06:29.38] A nation built on free labor for reparation\n[06:34.70] Be a cartopogropher [laughter] (whatever)\n[06:42.03] Be a map maker\n[06:43.27] Be able to find \"Afro-American man\"\n[06:48.16] Search thoroughly; it may be close to \"black man\"\n[06:53.36] Be amended five fifths\n[07:00.41] Be amended five fifths human\n[07:05.34] Be the owner of more land than is set aside for wildlife\n[07:10.62] Be Cupid, to world government\n[07:16.67] Be found among the truth, lost tribe\n[07:21.81] Be at full strength when walking through the valley\n[07:26.85] Be not foolish as temporary king\n[07:30.88] On the mountain top\n[07:33.93] Be a brilliant soul, sparkling in the galaxy\n[07:41.69] While walking on earth\n[07:44.75] Be loved by God\n[07:48.76] As much as God loved Ghandi and Martin Luther King\n[07:54.11] Be that last one of 144 thousand\n[08:00.28] Be the resident of the twelfth house\n[08:03.47] Be...\n[08:05.59] Eternal.\n[08:13.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: It's Your World (Part 1 & 2) (ft. 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42990\n- text: With waists so they weigh they status on the streets\n  start_ms: 42990\n  end_ms: 44530\n- text: License plates that say they, motto This is Chicago in the hay day\n  start_ms: 44530\n  end_ms: 49170\n- text: Similiar to Good Times, I guess that I was Jay Jay\n  start_ms: 49170\n  end_ms: 52360\n- text: A skinny nigga, young girls with penny figures\n  start_ms: 52360\n  end_ms: 54550\n- text: So many niggaz, stacked upon each other\n  start_ms: 54550\n  end_ms: 57830\n- text: It's the black upon each other that we love so much\n  start_ms: 57830\n  end_ms: 60150\n- text: Wonder how many of us, these drugs gonna touch\n  start_ms: 60150\n  end_ms: 62840\n- text: Used to gangbang, ain't really thug that much\n  start_ms: 62840\n  end_ms: 65400\n- text: Rather have some thick broads then the dutch to clutch\n  start_ms: 65400\n  end_ms: 68160\n- text: Went to school in Baton Rouge for a couple of years\n  start_ms: 68160\n  end_ms: 70870\n- text: My college career got 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101530\n- text: '[Chorus Repeated Overlapping:]'\n  start_ms: 101530\n  end_ms: 103480\n- text: '\"It''s your world\"'\n  start_ms: 103480\n  end_ms: 104750\n- text: '[Common] Yeah'\n  start_ms: 104750\n  end_ms: 121340\n- text: '[Verse 2]'\n  start_ms: 121340\n  end_ms: 121900\n- text: Life and death law around us\n  start_ms: 121900\n  end_ms: 123390\n- text: Four pounds and pounds a verb from out of towners\n  start_ms: 123390\n  end_ms: 125620\n- text: It's hard to stay grounded\n  start_ms: 125620\n  end_ms: 127180\n- text: We stay high, thats why old folks down us\n  start_ms: 127180\n  end_ms: 129650\n- text: Lost, nobody found us, the force that sorrounds us\n  start_ms: 129650\n  end_ms: 132220\n- text: Ain't with us, they get us on the ground and hit us\n  start_ms: 132220\n  end_ms: 134710\n- text: We paint pictures of the chains under their names and scriptures\n  start_ms: 134710\n  end_ms: 137120\n- text: Removed from earth, only to return through birth\n  start_ms: 137120\n  end_ms: 139990\n- text: Knew this girl sellin her body, wish she knew what it was worth.\n  start_ms: 139990\n  end_ms: 142770\n- text: Between God and trash, lookin in every car that pass\n  start_ms: 142770\n  end_ms: 145460\n- text: With a walk that suggests head, to milk niggaz she was breastfed\n  start_ms: 145460\n  end_ms: 149140\n- text: She know dairy so she say cheese to get bread\n  start_ms: 149140\n  end_ms: 152010\n- text: In the area where it's more weaves and less dreads\n  start_ms: 152010\n  end_ms: 154850\n- text: Kinda scary, amongst theives and base-heads\n  start_ms: 154850\n  end_ms: 157610\n- text: Said it was her toes, but I could tell her soul hurt\n  start_ms: 157610\n  end_ms: 160580\n- text: She was colder (?), growin up she got to know hurt\n  start_ms: 160580\n  end_ms: 163660\n- text: very well in a world where self hate is overt\n  start_ms: 163660\n  end_ms: 165980\n- text: Her step-father that he was aite, so her mother he striked\n  start_ms: 165980\n  end_ms: 169440\n- text: she got to like like minded niggaz, who liked crimes and figures\n  start_ms: 169440\n  end_ms: 171980\n- text: Doin white lines and liquor, see hard times had kicked her\n  start_ms: 171980\n  end_ms: 174720\n- text: In the ass, it used to be thicker\n  start_ms: 174720\n  end_ms: 177550\n- text: Life is fast, some choose to be quicker\n  start_ms: 177550\n  end_ms: 180060\n- text: I remember in high school she had a passion to sing\n  start_ms: 180060\n  end_ms: 182710\n- text: Now she see herself in a casket in dreams\n  start_ms: 182710\n  end_ms: 185350\n- text: These are the children of crack and rap, blacks done lack\n  start_ms: 185350\n  end_ms: 187950\n- text: Self-esteem, yo we forgot the dream\n  start_ms: 187950\n  end_ms: 190630\n- text: On our jeffersons y'all but we forgot the theme\n  start_ms: 190630\n  end_ms: 193380\n- text: In the Chi, we even rootin for a garbage team\n  start_ms: 193380\n  end_ms: 195840\n- text: This queen never seen herself on this Corner\n  start_ms: 195840\n  end_ms: 198790\n- text: She still wanna see California\n  start_ms: 198790\n  end_ms: 200820\n- text: But this is her world\n  start_ms: 200820\n  end_ms: 202440\n- text: '[Chorus repeated several times]'\n  start_ms: 202440\n  end_ms: 233180\n- text: '[Kids stating their dreams]'\n  start_ms: 233180\n  end_ms: 276150\n- text: '[''POPS'']'\n  start_ms: 276150\n  end_ms: 278330\n- text: Be.\n  start_ms: 278330\n  end_ms: 279130\n- text: Be here, be there\n  start_ms: 279130\n  end_ms: 280180\n- text: Be that, be this\n  start_ms: 280180\n  end_ms: 283360\n- text: Be grateful for life, be grateful to life\n  start_ms: 283360\n  end_ms: 289850\n- text: Be gleeful everyday\n  start_ms: 289850\n  end_ms: 294170\n- text: For being the best swimmer among 500, 000\n  start_ms: 294170\n  end_ms: 300120\n- text: Be-nign, be you\n  start_ms: 300120\n  end_ms: 307120\n- text: Be mom's mean pie\n  start_ms: 307120\n  end_ms: 310010\n- 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when you low\n  start_ms: 361790\n  end_ms: 364440\n- text: Be on time, but knowing to go\n  start_ms: 364440\n  end_ms: 367190\n- text: Be cautious of the road to college\n  start_ms: 367190\n  end_ms: 371870\n- text: Taking a detour through Vietnam or the Middle East\n  start_ms: 371870\n  end_ms: 377680\n- text: Be visual of foreclosure over your shoulder while begging\n  start_ms: 377680\n  end_ms: 389380\n- text: A nation built on free labor for reparation\n  start_ms: 389380\n  end_ms: 394700\n- text: Be a cartopogropher [laughter] (whatever)\n  start_ms: 394700\n  end_ms: 402030\n- text: Be a map maker\n  start_ms: 402030\n  end_ms: 403270\n- text: Be able to find \"Afro-American man\"\n  start_ms: 403270\n  end_ms: 408160\n- text: Search thoroughly; it may be close to \"black man\"\n  start_ms: 408160\n  end_ms: 413360\n- text: Be amended five fifths\n  start_ms: 413360\n  end_ms: 420410\n- text: Be amended five fifths human\n  start_ms: 420410\n  end_ms: 425340\n- text: Be the 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start_ms: 483470\n  end_ms: 485590\n- text: Eternal.\n  start_ms: 485590\n  end_ms: 493610\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 493610\nplain: |-\n  [Verse 1]\n  Night Blows, Stoves don't work, Hoes at work\n  A warrior, so I wear 'em on my shirt\n  Wish I was free as Che was, I spend a day buzzed\n  Trippin on heights, wishin for nights in different flavors\n  The age of Kane and Big Daddy, shown by the caddies\n  Uncles named Larry, that never really grabbed me\n  My mother gave birth but she really never had me\n  Left to the hood to play daddy\n  Raised by niggaz named Butch through the bay bay\n  With waists so they weigh they status on the streets\n  License plates that say they, motto This is Chicago in the hay day\n  Similiar to Good Times, I guess that I was Jay Jay\n  A skinny nigga, young girls with penny figures\n  So many niggaz, stacked upon each other\n  It's the black upon each other that we love so much\n  Wonder how many of us, these drugs gonna touch\n  Used to gangbang, ain't really thug that much\n  Rather have some thick broads then the dutch to clutch\n  Went to school in Baton Rouge for a couple of years\n  My college career got downed with a couple of beers\n  Came back home, now I gotta pay back loans\n  Same nigga, same block, same shit they own\n  Only thing different, quicker, they click that chrome\n  In my defense, yo I had to hit that zone\n\n  Man to man, I'm good workin with my hands\n  My generation never understood workin for the man\n  And, of bein broke I ain't a fan\n  Now I stand in the same spot, as my old man\n  My life I planned not to be on this corner\n  I still wanna see California\n  But this is my world\n\n  [Chorus Repeated Overlapping:]\n  \"It's your world\"\n\n  [Common] Yeah\n\n  [Verse 2]\n  Life and death law around us\n  Four pounds and pounds a verb from out of towners\n  It's hard to stay grounded\n  We stay high, thats why old folks down us\n  Lost, nobody found us, the force that sorrounds us\n  Ain't with us, they get us on the ground and hit us\n  We paint pictures of the chains under their names and scriptures\n  Removed from earth, only to return through birth\n  Knew this girl sellin her body, wish she knew what it was worth.\n  Between God and trash, lookin in every car that pass\n  With a walk that suggests head, to milk niggaz she was breastfed\n  She know dairy so she say cheese to get bread\n  In the area where it's more weaves and less dreads\n  Kinda scary, amongst theives and base-heads\n  Said it was her toes, but I could tell her soul hurt\n  She was colder (?), growin up she got to know hurt\n  very well in a world where self hate is overt\n  Her step-father that he was aite, so her mother he striked\n  she got to like like minded niggaz, who liked crimes and figures\n  Doin white lines and liquor, see hard times had kicked her\n  In the ass, it used to be thicker\n  Life is fast, some choose to be quicker\n  I remember in high school she had a passion to sing\n  Now she see herself in a casket in dreams\n  These are the children of crack and rap, blacks done lack\n  Self-esteem, yo we forgot the dream\n  On our jeffersons y'all but we forgot the theme\n  In the Chi, we even rootin for a garbage team\n  This queen never seen herself on this Corner\n  She still wanna see California\n  But this is her world\n\n  [Chorus repeated several times]\n\n  [Kids stating their dreams]\n\n  ['POPS']\n  Be.\n  Be here, be there\n  Be that, be this\n  Be grateful for life, be grateful to life\n  Be gleeful everyday\n  For being the best swimmer among 500, 000\n  Be-nign, be you\n  Be mom's mean pie\n  Be little black sambo\n  With bad hair\n  Be aware of what a lynch is\n  Be.\n  Be boundless energy!\n  Be a four star ghetto general\n  Be no one except I\n  Be food for thought to the growing mind\n  Be the author of your own horoscope\n  Be invited\n  Be long-living, be forgiving, be not forgetful\n  Be a proud run, only to return to fight another day\n  Be peaceful if possible, but justice in every ways\n  Be high when you low\n  Be on time, but knowing to go\n  Be cautious of the road to college\n  Taking a detour through Vietnam or the Middle East\n  Be visual of foreclosure over your shoulder while begging\n  A nation built on free labor for reparation\n  Be a cartopogropher [laughter] (whatever)\n  Be a map maker\n  Be able to find \"Afro-American man\"\n  Search thoroughly; it may be close to \"black man\"\n  Be amended five fifths\n  Be amended five fifths human\n  Be the owner of more land than is set aside for wildlife\n  Be Cupid, to world government\n  Be found among the truth, lost tribe\n  Be at full strength when walking through the valley\n  Be not foolish as temporary king\n  On the mountain top\n  Be a brilliant soul, sparkling in the galaxy\n  While walking on earth\n  Be loved by God\n  As much as God loved Ghandi and Martin Luther King\n  Be that last one of 144 thousand\n  Be the resident of the twelfth house\n  Be...\n  Eternal.\n"}]