Common - High Expectations - Sözleri

Yo yo check it 

Unattached and calm sundaes and pills I palm 

with intentions to make it to the league 

Intrigued by two letter cars SE's and GS'ses 

On the court niggaz I leave like messages 

Plagued by this ball player exorcist 

It's sort of foul how the world be reffin us 

Kenny is our Moses in this five on five Exodus 

For the game of life full courts ain't preppin us 

Schools want me but the ghost of Manigault haunts me 

Plus they wanna crib me, way out in the country 

I'm city like street lights and some games that be fights 

Never worked on my left so it's hard to be right 

Either rich poor or Mike is who I wanna be like 

Story of many black males that I refuse to rewrite 



Yo, brothers opinions is Bias-ed, like Len 

that I'll end up like Ben, Wilson, still some pretend to be friends 

Beneath the grin I see the ?gin spoke up and assure a? 

More so than my soul, my jump shot is purer 

People play juror, I witness the fall of legends 

Once was the joint now they restin got a God given present 

My gallant talent is like a magic 

trick turned by a chick with a bad habit 

Opportunity to move I grab it 

Me and my moms have static, now I wreak Hennesey and havoc 

Man to man talks with Kenny, send me to a zone 

Been on my own for so long, my vocal tone's grown 

Competition gets blown like speakers 

when I cross her like Jesus out of bleachers, broads and beepers 

Yeah I boogey it's all good, but it could be better 

Want to stay eighteen forever 

But now I stay on point like Rod in this Strickland 

If Brooklyn courts was the canvas, then I would be the big man 



From thoughts that pennies bring, I assemble teams like the Kenny Kings 

Think fast over breaks, dialect I'm dribbling 

Remembering, night posters of Moses and the Supreme Court 

Realizing, that rap and life are team sports 

I follow deep thoughts 

Moves never perceived thought lyrical Johnny Cochran 

cause of the way I free thought 

The system make a nigga think to make it that he need sports 

or either to the tip he gotta resort 

my seed'll be taught to start his own 

In the, George Carter zone 

Don't wanna be a dope MC living in his momma's home 

Or speaking to my fans in a starving artist tone 

Unknown zones I roam with mind architechter 

Spark the lecture, emphasizing to let God direct ya 












		
			



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