Common - Book Of Life Lyrics
I got so much trouble on my mindSo I take timeOut my dayTo pray and I sayNow I lay me down to sleepHopin that I keepMy soulPeep, Im gettin oldAnd its a cold cold worldAnd I aint even got a bomberLivin with my mommaIts the same routineKeep my room cleanIm lookin to do some new things but aint shit to doIm twenty-two - catchIn the prime of my lifeI have no time for a wifeI funnel through the tunnelDisgruntled, tryin to find me some lightIn the rim of darknessAiight you sing, I may not be the darkestBrothaBut I was always told to act my age and not my colorKnowin that my color was that of the originalSo now I sing the new negro spiritualIt goes get up stand up...etc.Its like how can you understand the painWhen you never had to stand under the rainWhen it rains it pours, and its about to come down hardThank God I found youAs I walk down the road of existenceI get resistanceFrom all anglesI tangleFor cashHopin itll lasttil the end of the weekBut all I eat is fast foodAnd you know how junk food goes right through yaSo I return to the arabAnd on the way backI stop and the liquor storeGrab me a six packKnowin that once Im done with that Ill be backTo get some moreOnce I get started I dont wanna stopAnd I cant turn aroundBrew - I cant turn it downIronically I turn it upMy liver I burn it up (fat line)Its my life I live it upThe cup I gotta give it upOne dayIm cruisin down a one way street and I done passed fun dayThree blocks agoIt itself life is an obstacleAs I maneuver through the manure I try to be responsibleI want a job but I aint lookin - how comeI aint tryin to degrade myself bein nobodys calvinBut Im a couch bum what makes it bad I had incentiveBut I disintegratedTo a state thats stagnatedI procrastinatedI cant recall a day without bein intoxicatedOr blowedAint dealin with a full deck and any day I could foldWhat makes it bad, I wasnt dealt that bad a handAnd I had a planBut things didnt go throughThe way they were supposed toThank God I found youIts like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonderHow I keep from goin under, I ponderAnd try to keep my concentrationIn this idiotic nationThey say become I doctor, but I dont have the patients/patienceAdjacentTo that situationI want an occupationThat Im intocause yet if I begin toLive to my potentialI went toSchool for fourteen years and my best teacher was experienceI reminisce and wishI could go back in time to eighty-nineWhen there was just sunshineBut now its like Im gettin older to so much strain and stressI dont think Ill ever be happpy until I restIn peaceOf mindAnd findWho I amBut thank God I found you
