Letra de Common BOOK OF LIFE,Compositor:Common,Escritor:Common
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Escritor : Common
Compositor : Common
CHORUS: scratchHere's a little story that must be told I got so much trouble on my mindSo I take time out my dayTo pray and say, now I lay me down to sleepHopin' that I keep my soulCause peep, it's a cold cold worldAnd I aint even got a bomberLivin' with my mamaIt's the same routineKeep my room cleanI'm lookin' ta do some new thingsBut aint shit to doI'm twenty two catchIn the prime of my lifeI got no time for a wifeI funnel through the tunnel disgruntled tryin' to find me some lightIn the realm of darkness I too singI may not be the darkest brotherBut I was always told to act my age, not my colorNot knowin' that my color, was that of the originalSo now I sing the new negro spiritualIt goes Get up stand up, stand up for your rightGet up stand up, don't give up the fight It's like, how can you understand the painWhen you never had to stand under the rainWhen it rains it pours and it's about to come down hardThank God I found you CHORUS: As I walk down the road of existenceI get resistance from all anglesI tangle for cash, hopin' it'll last til the end of the weekBut all I eat is fast foodAnd you know how junk food goes right through youSo I return to the arabAnd on the way backI stop and the liquor storeAnd grab me a six packKnowin' that once I'm through with that I'll be backTo get some moreCause once I get started I don't wanna stop, ahAnd I can't turn aroundBrew, I can't turn it downIronically, I turn it upMy liver I burn it upMy life I live it upThe cup, I gotta give it up One day I'm cruisin' down a one way streetAnd I done passed fun day three blocks agoIn itself life is an obstacleAs I maneuver through the manure and try to be responsibleI want a job, but I aint lookin' (How come?)I aint tryin' to degrade myself bein' nobody's calvinI'm a couch bum, and what makes it badI had incentive, but that disintegrated to a state that stagnatedI procrastinatedI can't recall a day without being intoxicated or blowedI'm dealin' with a full deck and any day I could foldWhat makes it bad, I wasn't dealt that bad a handAnd I had a planBut things didn't go thr