Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Common Man, artist - Delinquent Habits.
Date of issue: 16.11.2009
Song language: English
The Common Man |
Take a breath and catch up |
To know you ain’t alone and somebody gives a fuck |
Not everyone’s selfish, there are those who care |
And this call is for all of those out there |
They want a shout out yeah raise their cups |
A toast to the common man, please stand up |
I feel what you’re feeling too, been there yup |
I’mma drink what you’re drinking to, tip your cup |
No matter what beneath the surface |
We all hurting and the stress ain’t worth it |
It’s a bad time in life but the shit ain’t curtains |
Just a little bit of peace all we need for certain |
Banks is failing and Wall Street crumbling |
And all those in charge they twiddle their thumbs bumbling |
While the dollars that they heard is numbering |
Double by the second leaving my folks wondering |
What’s left for the people like us |
Who cook, who clean, who ride the bus |
Who live life with hope in a higher trust |
And when head hits the pillow with a tired thrust |
What about the ones who deal with news |
Who deal with injustice and sing the blues |
It all depends on which path you choose |
I choose now go easy this one’s for you |
So listen hey hey, there ain’t no maybe |
Live most of my life just south of crazy |
And no I was not a pampered baby |
The spoon was rusted and the TV hazy |
The jeans were faded, the gold was plated |
More than common, I was underrated |
That’s when my lifestyle became sedated |
Eyes half-closed, listen it’s cool because I’m faded |
Forget all that made me hated |
Had a smooth knack for playing the low and downgraded |
But this time I contemplated through knowledge downwind? |
and created |
This song for ones like me who wanna live their life and be let be |
Who survive most days on a hope that cope |
And not end up on dope or the end of a rope |
Liz with the lies and the game life playing |
I don’t know it all but I speak the truth I’m saying |
Every night bow my head and to the sky I’m praying |
About conflict and message and the rhymes I’m laying |
I got a few things that’s been on my mind |
Like the cause of poverty, the rise in crime |
The homeless rate, unemployment climbs |
And we’re reminded every hour it’s a volatile time |
So where the complaint box I’mma stand in line |
I’mma send it by post, SMS, online |
Tell em all the job they’re doing ain’t fine |
They think they’re high on the hog, they’re really just swine |
While we struggle to find the time |
Just smile a little, enjoy some wine |
And do believe me, I’m down for mine |
I’m down for yours too now relax, unwind |