Common - Gold Lyrics
[Hook]So we made it to this? down the roadAnd we picked up lots of chicks and pots of goldHow I made it out with my soul[Verse 1]Ashtrays and cigarretes, last days, indigenous peopleThese are adventures of young black millionairesI am the voice of the meek and underprivilegedThe smell of success, I want y'all to get a whiff of thisOn the move like black slaves through the wildernessI write it, and still get invited to white ChristmasesWhen I was born, three wise men came to visit usOne a hustler, one a king, one a prisonerThey cracked the bottle then started giving giftsYou from Chicago, we want you to deliver thisShow the walking dead who the truly living isSeparate the fake from who the real reals isHot tub time machine, back to the SybarisHats from liquor stores to avoid syphilisFrivolous spending, drunk nights with storybook endingsI guess it's my addiction to womenI was in France, Hennessey blendingWriting my own scripts like I'm Tennessee WilliamsNow it's new beginnings like a born again ChristianOn the mic, victorious, story is redemption[Bridge]I'm sitting at the top, I'm not aloneI'm standing here with my soul[Verse 2]Feed our souls with two fish and five loavesTeach a man to cook it for survivalMy dad said it rained on my arrivalNow a storm of the brain make these guys drive slowLike I was 5-0, but my creed's ApolloOn the rock and roll with the coldest live showFor those before I came, I'm made the song cry for 'emLyrical gymnast, you set the bar lowThis is that Kilimanjaro, like Twitter you can followIt may be hard to read like hieroglyphicsWritten on the walls of Cairo, check my youth revivalTruth inside flow, I stand like Em did with DidoCrashed parties, any live yoIs libel to get banged like things that rival tribal slangFrom the, killed the game and watched it die slowAli MC, I fight for more than the titleYour idol[Hook]
