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Book Of Life

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  • 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, Im gettin old And its a cold cold world And I aint even got a bomber Livin with my momma Its the same routine Keep my room clean Im lookin to do some new things but aint shit to do Im 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. Its like how can you understand the pain When you never had to stand under the rain When it rains it pours, and its 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 itll 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 Im done with that Ill be back To get some more Once I get started I dont wanna stop And I cant turn around Brew - I cant turn it down Ironically I turn it up My liver I burn it up (fat line) Its my life I live it up The cup I gotta give it up One day Im 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 aint lookin - how come I aint tryin to degrade myself bein nobodys calvin But Im a couch bum what makes it bad I had incentive But I disintegrated To a state thats stagnated I procrastinated I cant recall a day without bein intoxicated Or blowed Aint dealin with a full deck and any day I could fold What makes it bad, I wasnt dealt that bad a hand And I had a plan But things didnt go through The way they were supposed to Thank God I found you Its 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 dont have the patients/patience Adjacent To that situation I want an occupation That Im 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 its like Im gettin older to so much strain and stress I dont think Ill 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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