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conversations.value: Write me a song called It’s Your World (Part 1 & 2) with the following description: This song serves as the finale for Be. Common’s message here is that no matter where you came from, you can still fulfill all the potential the world has to offer – if you stay true to yourself and your passions, and remain hopeful for the future.
  Features singer Bilal on the hook, and Common’s father, Lonnie “Pops” Lynn, performs a spoken word piece as he’s often done for his son to end the album.
  Along with “Love Is…”, these were the only songs on the album to be produced by J Dilla. Dilla builds the core of this beat around a sample of “Share What You Got, Keep What You Need” by The Modulation. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Verse 1: Common]
  Night blows, stoves don't work, hoes at work
  A warrior, so I wear 'em on my shirt
  Wish I was free as Che was, I spend a day buzzed
  Trippin' off heights, 
  wishin' for nights in different flavors
  The age of Kane and Big Daddy, short-body Caddies
  Uncles named Larry, that never really grabbed me
  My mother gave birth but she really never had me
  Left to the hood to play daddy
  Raised by niggas named Butch, Scoot or Bae-Bae
  With weight so they weigh they status on the streets
  License plates that say they, motto
  This is Chicago in the heyday
  Similar to 
  Good Times
  , I guess that I was JJ
  A skinny nigga,
   
  young girls with Penny figures
  So many niggas, stacked upon each other
  It's the black upon each other that we love so much
  Wonder how many of us, these drugs gonna touch
  Used to gangbang, ain't really thug that much
  Rather have some thick broads and a dutch to clutch
  Went to school in Baton Rouge for a couple of years
  My college career got downed with a couple of beers
  Came back home, now I gotta pay back loans
  Same nigga, same block, same shit they on
  Only thing different, quicker, they click that chrome
  In my defense, yo, I had to hit that zone
  Man to man, I'm good workin' with my hands
  My generation never understood workin' for the man
  And, of being broke I ain't a fan
  Now I stand in the same spot as my old man
  My life I planned not to be on this corner
  I still wanna see California
  But this is my world [Hook: Bilal]
  It's your world
  [Verse 2: Common]
  Life and death flow around us
  Four pounds and pounds of herb from out of towners
  It's hard to stay grounded
  We stay high
  , that's why old folks down us
  Lost, nobody found us, the force that surrounds us
  Ain't with us, they get us on the ground and hit us
  We paint pictures of the chains under their names and scriptures
  Removed from Earth, only to return through birth
  Knew this girl sellin' her body, wish she knew what it was worth
  Between God and trash, lookin' in every car that pass
  With a walk that suggests head, to milk niggas she was breastfed
  She know dairy so she say cheese to get bread
  In the area where it's more weaves and less dreads
  Kinda scary, amongst thieves and base-heads
  Said it was her toes, but I could tell her soul hurt
  She was cold turk, 
  growin' up she got to know hurt
  Very well in a world where self hate is overt
  Her stepfather thought he was Ike, so her mother he strike
  She got to like like-minded niggas, who liked crimes and figures
  Doin' white lines and liquor, see hard times had kicked her
  In the ass, it used to be thicker
  Life is fast, some choose to be quicker
  I remember in high school she had a passion to sing
  Now she see herself in a casket in dreams
  These are the children of crack and rap, blacks that lack
  Self-esteem, yo 
  we forgot the dream
  On our 
  Jeffersons
   y'all but we forgot the theme
  In the Chi, we even rootin' for a garbage team
  This queen never seen herself on this Corner
  She still wanna see California
  But this is her world [Hook: Bilal]
  It's your world
  [Interlude: Kids]
  I wanna be a pediatrician
  I wanna be a governor
  I want to be a artist
  I wanna be a veterinarian
  I wanna be a model
  I wanna be a doctor
  I wanna be a ballet dancer
  I wanna be a football player
  I wanna be a astronaut
  I wanna be a obstetrician
  I wanna be a doctor
  I wanna be a nurse
  I wanna be a fashion designer
  I want to be a gym teacher
  I wanna be a architect
  I want to be a duck
  I wanna be a wrestler
  I wanna be a dancer
  I wanna be the first African-American female president
  I wanna be a police officer
  I wanna be a rock star
  I wanna be a gymnastics teacher
  I wanna be a captain of a police station
  I wanna be a drummer
  I wanna be an actress
  I wanna be a superstar [Outro: Pops]
  Be, be here, be there, be that, be this
  Be grateful for life, be grateful to life
  Be gleeful everyday, for being the best swimmer among 500,000
  Be-nign, be you, be mom's mean pie
  Be little black Sambo with bad hair
  Be aware of 
  Willie Lynch-ism
  Be, be boundless energy
  Be a 
  four star ghetto general
  , be no one except I
  Be a strong academic student, be an A student in Sociology
  Be food for thought to the growin mind, be the author of your own horoscope
  Be invited, be long-living, be forgiving, be not forgetful
  Be a proud run, only to return to fight another day
  Be peaceful if possible, but justice at any rate
  Be high when you low, be on time but know when to go
  Be cautious of the road to college, taking a detour through Vietnam or the Middle East
  Be absent of wars at any past or present fought amongst themselves
  Be visual of foreclosure over your shoulder while beggin
  A nation built on free labor for reparation, 
  Be a cartopographer
  A map maker, be able to find Afro-American land
  Search thoroughly, it may be close to black land
  Be amended 5/5ths, be amended 5/5ths human
  Be the owner of more land than is set aside for wild life
  Be cupid, to world government
  Be found among the truth, lost tribe
  Be at full strength when walking through the valley
  Be not foolish as temporary king of the mountain top
  Be a brilliant soul, sparkling in the galaxy while walking on earth
  Be loved by God as much as God loved Gandhi and Martin Luther King
  Be that last one of 144,000, be the resident of that twelfth house
  Be
  ... eternal