Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's Your World , by - Napoleon Da Legend. Release date: 22.09.2016
Song language: English
It's Your World |
| It gets rough you can get buzz they Start saying you the next up |
| Life slows ya momentum they start saying you messed up |
| The way it’s set up they don’t teach us the biz |
| Cause They scared that’s once we learn it we start reaching the kids |
| Paycheck to paycheck bill after bill stack |
| It’s almost like a song got me feeling like Ronnie milsap |
| Nostalgia it’s natural for us to want that «feel» back |
| Politic with snakes mostly find me where the «real» at |
| Started from a brick and then you wonder how they build that |
| Some get depressed and give up hope over a mishap |
| Followed by the shadow of death where it’s pitch black |
| Survived hell that’s why I take the time to give back |
| Schools is underfunded children undereducated |
| Leaders we would look up to is under investigation |
| Better to love the art never worship the artist |
| We born with a spark but often it gets tarnished |
| Temptation of taking the fast lane I rather move slow then burn out in fast |
| flame |
| Like Paul walker rest in power kid my thoughts race a thousand per hour |
| With light beams that make the clouds split |
| Walking thru Flatbush junction to with a function corruption |
| Starts at the top and grows like a fungus |
| Makes me wonder how we keep from going under |
| People’s minds waking up and we growing in numbers |
| The color of Americas changing information is shared |
| Love is love it’s contagious to care |
| The system is rigged and the truth is the game isn’t fair |
| Overseas my cousins barefoot I gave him a pair |
| Flashing paper on ya snaps but no paper to share |
| The kids are listening so watch what you say on the snare it’s your world |
| It’s Your World |
| Judge mental no person without an apparent flaw |
| They say the youth lost but who raised em that’s the parents fault |
| Family picture where ya dad at? |
| Out the picture |
| Mom bitter grew up thinking that the world out to get cha |
| Spazzes out in school cause he’s jealous of his peers |
| Bullying the class you can tell that he wears his emotions on his sleeve coping |
| with his inner demons |
| It’s hard to shine they intimidated by the genius |
| His mom loves him but neglected by the pops |
| In a few years they predict he’ll be arrested by the cops |
| Emulating rap stars he be seeing on the web |
| With these chicks you already chivalry is dead |
| Hanging out on the corner at night with older dudes |
| Put in uncomfortable positions he gotta show and prove |
| Going thru the motions for a few dollars in his pocket |
| Copped him a pair of Jordans now he feeling like he got it |
| Limeade and chicken pattie from fisherman cove |
| All he can do is live day by day and get a with the flow |
| Headphones wrapped tight on his dome makes him escape |
| Had a chance to play ball but he gave it away |
| They say the only to way to really learns to make a mistake |
| Doing what he know to survive open your eyes |
| Easy to judge from the outside |
| And take the truth apart from the lie |
| Low income neighborhoods is apartheid |
| And as we grow, feels like a part of us dies |
| A smart kid with opportunities that compromised |
| Trying to wash the pain like a load of clothing in the laundromat |
| Cuffed up in the subway cops caught em with a Ganja sack |
| But that’s exactly what he needed |
| Life’s a treadmill trynna find the meaning it’s your world |
| [Verse 3: Narubi Selah} |
| This gotta be more than a hashtag |
| More than a profile post and a du-rag |
| More than a raise black fists when we get mad |
| More than a lace front wig, MCM bag |
| It’s a real war |
| With a real pale horse and a real whore |
| A real major beef to settle with a real score |
| Self-sufficient all my people nothing less or more |
| It’s Emmit Till, P. Castile, Brian Moore |
| More than organized marches and death music |
| Timmy Turner had a burner but he never used it |
| You’re a Panda, I’m a Panther, don’t ever confuse it |
| And if you’re mad like you say you’re mad, then you should lose it |
| You should lose it for the Dante’s Ramarley Graham, and Johnny Crawfords |
| The Sarah Blands The Freddie Grays and South Chicago |
| Sean Bell, Young Shantel, A. Diallo |
| V. White, Tamir Rice, Ronald Beasley |
| P. Jones, Deaunta Farrow, rest easy |
| Derrick Jones, Raheim Brown, Kenneth Harding |
| Alonzo, Wendell Allen, Tammy Starling |
| Ezell, Kajeem Powell, Akai Gurkey |
| Mckenzie, Andy Lopez, Miriam Carey |
| Carlos, Larry Eugene, young Kimani |
| Yvette, Tyree Woodson, Timothy Russell |
| Reynaldo, Kendrec McDade, Malissa Williams |
| And to all of our nephews, and our brothers, and our cousins |
| And our husbands, and our loved ones. |
| And our love ones. |
| It’s our world |