| Song | Book Of Life |
| Artist | Common |
| Album | thisisme then: the best of common |
| 作词 : Common | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Common | |
| 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 twentytwo 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 eightynine | |
| 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 |