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Book Of Life Lyrics - Singles - Common Sense

I got so much trouble on my mind 

So I take time 

Out my day 

To pray and I say 

Now I lay me down to sleep 

Hopin' that I keep 

My soul 

Peep I'm gettin' old 

And it's 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 

Aiight you sing, I may not be the darkest 

Brotha 

But I was always told to act my age and not my color 

Knowin' that my color was that of the original 

So now I sing the new negro spiritual 

It goes get up stand up...etc. 

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 arab 

And on the way back 

I stop and 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 (Fat line) 

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 itself life is an obstacle 

As I maneuver through the manure I try to be responsible 

I want a job but I ain't lookin - how come 

I ain't tryin' to degrade myself bein' nobody's Calvin 

But I'm a couch bum what makes it bad I had incentive 

But I disintegrated 

To a state that's stagnated 

I procrastinated 

I can't recall a day without bein' intoxicated 

or blowed 

Ain't dealin' with a full deck and any day I could 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 I doctor, but I don't have the patients/patience 

Adjacent 

To that situation 

I want an occupation 

That I'm into 

'Cause yet if 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 to so much strain and stress 

I don't think I'll ever be happpy until I rest 

In peace 

Of mind 

And find 

Who I am 

But thank God I found you 

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Artist: Rabit