| Song | My City |
| Artist | Common |
| Album | One Day It'll All Make Sense |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| My City | |
| [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 | |
| sadcmc搬运 |
| My City | |
| 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 blowup | |
| 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 | |
| sadcmc ban yun |
| My City | |
| 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 blowup | |
| 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 | |
| sadcmc bān yùn |