My City

Common Sense

[Featuring Mylik Yusef]



This the city of Chicago



The state of confusion



The style I'm using is free



Or at least it would be if my mind was



Peep I'm behind cause



I didn't handle my function while in high school



Although I was cool



The hood I live in ain't that proper



Cause a cop a stop ya



And have you at a hundred and eleventh before you can say not guilty



I'm not filthy



Nor am I rich



Ain't that a bitch



Like life is



Not your wife is



See that your better halve



Do your math



And peep that two halves make a whole



And all I have to hold



Is my self pride



So these streets I strive



Like a Black Panther



Asking can the



situation get much worst



All I do is try to appeal to the masses



As the phrase keep it real passes



The teeth of too many phoney individuals



Snakes, that smooth like criminals



They create chemicals



That the Earth hate



Doing their damndest to decrease my birth rate



I'd settle for lesser knowing I'm worth wait



Or at least my weight in precious gems



So I'm steadily steadly steadly



Trying to lose my religion, like R E M



Created in His own image so are we him?



And through all this crises



Shid(Shit) I wonder where Christ is



Well he damn sure not in K town or the wild hundreds



Where they broadcast G.D. till the world blow-up



And Stone run it



Hunted by police for display in state vile cages



Come out to make minimum wages



And with a desiese that are contagious



It is fucking outrages



The amounts of Black and Brown they lock up



But the Most High encourages me to put the glock up



And Stock up on do for self knowledge



A brother couldn't afford to go to collage



So I had to learn form the school of hard knock



On the hard blocks of the Chi



Even I, think about moving out to River Oaks



As my liver soaks



In mad Hennesy



Cause I got a bad tendency



To do a lot of drinking



Now I do a lot of thinking



Blinking, was your third eye



When you heard I



was one of the chosen one



Industry doors keep closing



(sing) Watch the closing doors



Niggas want a record deal



But can they deal with a record?



Cause once they get rich



They tend to switch



Like a sissy



Please miss me



With all that bullshit you popping



This knowledge I'm gonna keep dropping



Even if you had one of them red octagon



Motherfuckers say Mylik how you make your living?



I say by breathing oxygen