What holy cities are to nomadic tribes - a symbol of race and a bond of union - great books are to the wandering souls of men: they are the Meccas of the mind.
G.E. Woodberry
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The Good Life
When I look in the mirror I can't believe what I see
Tell me, who's that funky dude starin' back at me?
Broken, beaten down can't even get around
Without an old-man cane I fall and hit the ground
Shivering in the cold, I'm bitter and alone
Excuse the *****in' - I shouldn't complain
I should have no feeling, 'cause feeling is pain
As everything I need is denied me
And everything I want is taken away from me
But who do I got to blame? Nobody but me
I don't want to be a old man anymore
It's been a year or two since I was out on the floor
Shakin' booty, makin' sweet love all the night
It's time I got back to the good life
It's time I got back, it's time I got back
'N I don't even know how I got off the track
I want to go back, yeah!
Screw this crap, I've had it! I ain't no mr. cool
I'm a pig, I'm a dog, so 'scuse me if I drool
I ain't gonna hurt nobody, ain't gonna cause a scene
I just need to admit I want sugar in my tea
Hear me? I want sugar in my tea!