Book Of Life

(Here's a little story that must be told)
(From beginning to end)
(Here's a little story that must be told)
(From beginning to end)

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, hoping that I keep my soul
Peep I'm getting old and it's a cold cold world
And I ain't even got a bomber
Living with my momma, it's the same routine
Keep my room clean, I'm looking 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
Trying to find me some light in the rim of darkness
A'ight, you sing, I may not be the darkest, brother

But I was always told to act my age, not my color
Not knowing that my color was that 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

(Here's a little story that must be told)
(My life, my life, my life, my life)
(Here's a little story that must be told)
(My life, my life, from beginning to end)

As I walk down the road of existence
I get resistance from all angles
I tangle for cash, hoping it'll last
Until the end of the week, but all I eat is fast food (yeah)
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
Knowing that once I'm done with that I'll be back
To get some more
Once I get started I don't wanna stop, ah
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 cruising 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 looking, how come?
I ain't trying to degrade myself being nobody's Calvin
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 being intoxicated or blowed

I'm dealing 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

(Here's a little story that must be told)
(My life, my life, my life, my life)
(Here's a little story that must be told)
(My life, my life, from beginning to end)

(Here, here's a little story that must be told)
(My life, my life, my life, my life)
(Here's a little, little story, story, that must be told)
(My life, my life, my life, my)

It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going 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
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 getting older to 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

(Here's a little story that must be told)
(My life, my life, my life, my life)
(Here's a little story that must be told)
(My life, my life, from beginning to end)

(Here, here's a little story that must be told)
(My life, my life, my life, my life)
(Here's a little, little story, story, story)
(That must, must, must, must, must, must, must be told)

(Must, must, must, must, must)
(Must be told)
(Must, must, must, must, must be told)
(Must, must, must be told)
(Must, must must, must, must be told)



Credits
Writer(s): Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Ernest Dion Wilson
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