Gold Songtext
von Common

So we made it to the same end of the road
And we picked up lots of chicks and pots of gold
I made it up with myself

Ashtrays and cigarettes, last days, indigenous people
These are adventures of young black millionaires
I am the voice of the meek and underprivileged
The smell of success, I want y′all to get a whiff of this

On the move like black slaves through the wilderness
I write it, and still get invited to white Christmases
When I was born, three wise men came to visit us
One a hustler, one a king, one a prisoner
They cracked the bottle, then start giving gifts
You from Chicago, we want you to deliver this


Show the walking dead who the true and living is
Separate the fake from who the real reals is
Hot tub time machine, back to the Sybaris
Hats from liquor stores to avoid syphilis
Frivolous spending, drunk nights with storybook endings
I guess it's my addiction to women, ahh
I was in France, Hennessy blending
Writing my own scripts like I′m Tennessee Williams
Now it's new beginnings like a born again Christian
On the mic victorious, story is redemption

I'm sitting at the top, I′m not alone

I′m standing here with myself

Feed live souls with two fish and five loaves
Teach a man to cook it for survival
My dad said it rained on my arrival
Now the storm of the brain make these guys drive slow
Like I was 5-0 but my creed's Apollo

On the rocky road with the coldest live show
For those before I came, I make the song cry for

Lyrical gymnast, you set the bar low
This is that Kilimanjaro, like Twitter you can follow
It may be hard to read like hieroglyphics
Written on the walls of Cairo, check my youth revival
Truth aside flow, I stand like Em did with Dido
Crash parties any live yo, it′s liable
To get banged like thangs that rival tribal slang
From the primal brain, kill the game and watch it die slow
Ali MC, I fight for more than the title, your idol


So we made it to the same end of the road
And we picked up lots of chicks and pots of gold
I made it up with myself