Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Common Ground, artist - Living Legends. Album song Almost Famous, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.10.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Legendary
Song language: English
Common Ground |
It’s a kid on the corner of his block |
And there’s a genius in his room with a deep thought |
It’s a grower in the hills with a crop |
But if they all come together what they got? |
A little power unified to make a knot |
Well of course |
And if a plan to expand is endorsed for some more |
Lend a hand, pay attention and explore |
We all in this people we all in this… |
Well I don’t know where you’ve been |
But if you got here I’ll let you in |
Welcome you with open arms, now let’s begin |
Set the scene, serious as fuck minus the mean |
Build up your esteem and get to growing |
I’m showing fools a place where they can come |
And release the dumb deeds they’ve done |
Cause ever since I was young I’ve been shown I wasn’t alone |
I roamed with my unhoned skill |
And anyone who talked down on me |
I knew they didn’t know the deal |
My belief was way larger than life |
Taking charge with the might in my mind |
And recognizing that in other mankind |
I knew I was on the right path, see |
Combating a fight, wrath raging for way too long |
And you might say you’re strong, proud, loud and so on |
Steadily doing damage every time you get your flow on |
I build in Oakland, Chicago and everywhere else I go |
There are people who know exactly what I mean |
More than a scene, great minds think alike |
So when you find hate it ain’t tight |
Decipher the paint right |
Get your sights set on what’s important |
Stop distorting the big picture |
When will it hit ya? |
A rich man in poor man’s body |
That’s what I was growin' up, hustlin' for the buck |
Mentally torn between just to be or not to be |
It gotta be it betta, be betta days ahead of me |
Cheddar cheese, luxuries, were never gave to me |
Instead I shift from home to home, feelin' lone was I prone |
From the destiny in which I lay to wallow |
To live for today and give a fuck about tomorrow |
The sorrow and hatred is my only perception |
Because all my memories are filled with lies and deception |
The stressin', deprived of a childhood and adolescence |
Learn my lesson, now it’s all good |
I never thought I’d see the streets of so many hoods |
My heart done broke so many times, boy it’s harder than wood |
It’s been a long road, but you know the game unfolds |
I listen to the stories told by the cats of old |
Tryin' to tell me I don’t know about strugglin' |
Like in the slave days, but ain’t shit changed |
Instead we ain’t wearin' chains, huh |
I feel the same pain but it’s escalated |
Niggas feel free, but still ain’t emancipated |
So getting' faded is what’s left off the green leaf |
Hindering the mind, but when I’m high I feel fine |
Been in the wrong place at the wrong time |
All the time |
Tryin' to journey into the light |
But the dark ain’t far behind |
I’m at a color disadvantage but I manage |
To make it work for me by the use of my talents |
And use common sense to gain dollars and cents |
And ain’t ashamed of what I do |
Until the day I repent |
I stay humble through the many of fumbles I found trouble |
And trouble it doubles in cities amongst the rubble |
I learned from my mistakes to miss another |
Resembling ignorance, isn’t it all in the struggle? |
Got you wondering, why? |
You wanna bubble so you hustle |
Building the muscle that’s not needed |
So the other one you ignore it |
And feed it more fantasy and you store it, the bubble |
(Your circumference of comfort) |
«Ghetto fabulous» important in society |
A circle of clubbing and girl fucking amounts to really nothing |
While we fronting for the public |
We shove it down the throats of our kids and watch em love it |
And got the nerve to wonder why shit’s fucked up |
The government lucked up, by giving fools the right to bear arms |
Cause we shoot each other down after last call… |
What the fuck y’all??? |