Lyric Book of Life
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
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
