Common - Book of Life lyrics

I got so much trouble on my mind
So I take time out my day
To pray and I say, now lay me down to sleep
Hopin' that I keep my soul
Peep, I'm gettin' old and this a cold
Cold world and I ain't even got a bomber
Livin' with my momma, it's the same routine
Keep my room clean
I'm lookin' to do some new things
But ain't shit to do i'm twenty-two, catch
In the prime of my life
I have no time for a wife
I funnel through the tunnel, disgruntled
Tryin' to find me some light
In the rim of darkness, I too sing
I may not be the darkest, brother
But I was always told to act my age
Not my color not knowin' that my color
Was out of the original
So now I sing the new negro spiritual
It goes, 'get up, stand up
Stand up for your rights get up, stand up
Don't give up the fight
It's like, how can you understand the pain
When you never had to stand under the rain?
When it rains, it pours
And it's about to come down hard, thank God
I found you

As I walk down the road of existence
I get resistance from all angles
I tangle for cash
Hopin' it'll last 'til the end of the week
But all I eat is fast food
And you know how junk food
Goes right through ya
So I return to the a rab
Then on the way back
I stop- at the liquor store
Grab me a six pack
Knowin' that once I'm done with
That I'll be back to get some more
Once I get started I don't wanna stop
And I can't turn around
Brew- I can't turn it down
Ironically I turn it up
My liver I burn it up
It's my life I live it up
The cup I gotta give it up one day
I'm cruisin' down a one-way street
And I done passed fun day- three blocks ago
It it'self, life is an obstacle
As I maneuver through the manure
I try to be responsible
I want a job but I ain't lookin'
I ain't tryin' to degrade myself
Bein' nobody's Calvin I'm a couch bum
What makes it bad, I had incentive
But that disintegrated to a
State that stagnated i procrastinated
I can't recall a day
Without bein' intoxicated, or blowed
I'm dealin' with a full deck
At any day I can fold what makes it bad
I wasn't dealt that bad a hand
And I had a plan
But things didn't go through
The way they were supposed to
Thank God I found you

It's like a jungle, sometimes
It makes me wonder how I
Keep from goin' under, i ponder
And try to keep my
Concentration In this idiotic nation
They say become a doctor
But I don't have the patience
Adjacent to that situation
I want an occupation that I'm into
Cause yet have I begin to
Live to my potential, I went to
School for fourteen years and my
Best teacher was experience, i reminisce
And wish
I could go back in time to eighty-nine
When there was just' 'sunshine'
But now it's like
I'm gettin' older there's so
Much strain and stress
I don't think I'll ever be happy
Until I rest in peace
Of mind, and find who I am
But thank God I found you

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Must be told must be to