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Taxi Driver
by Akinola Pedro
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See him driving round all around this town
And you’re wondering how you ever gonna find a way, find a way not to have to live for tomorrow just enjoy the day, day
Not to have to strive for a dollar struggle for the pay, pay
And enjoy the rain
Thank God for the rain, thank God for the rain
Thank God for the rain, thank God for the rain
From AdMo to Georgetown and maybe Barry Farms
Life is short to be driving this long
From DuPont to Fairfax back to nat’s mall
Pray I can say thank God for the rain
The unexamined life is not worth living
12 hours of work and he just want to sleep
No poets here speaking we don’t follow Socrates
Sticker on the dash of my father’s taxi as he drives
Every night and every day
Damn! every night racks his brain
Fuck! he has no time to complain
Who he got a slap just to get some better pay
He comes home to aches in his back feeling sore
He really hates the idea of living so poor
But he gotta keep it up 'cause he’s a father of four
He wonders when God picked his life, was he sure?
From PG to uptown and maybe Southeast
He drives his passengers to spots that they need
From Southwest to Trinidad more routes than a train
Any destination less the sky turns gray
Thank God for the rain, thank God for the rain
Thank God for the rain, thank God for the rain
From AdMo to Georgetown and maybe Barry Farms
Life is short to be driving this long
From DuPont to Fairfax back to nat’s mall
Pray I can say thank God for the rain
He drives hookers hustlers kids and dumb teens
Bammas brokers lawyers and immigrants G
Fresh off the boat, he came here with a dream
To earn millions but this life won't squeeze
A simple c-note his slot machine, uh
Got no casino he honks and he screams
When he stuck on I-95 in a traffic jam
I couldn’t feel his anger till I turn 23
So I write this shit for my pops (Pops!)
On his lunch break eating in that parking lot (Lot!)
When I was 17 he made my life a living hell (Hell!)
But little did I know the same tales would help me sell (Oh!)
My pain down the block of NorthWest U St
Brooklyn, Chinatown, and spots in NYC
I wonder if he knows how determined I’m to blow
Till he hears his son’s song playing on the radio singing
Thank God for the rain, thank God for the rain
Thank God for the rain, thank God for the rain
From AdMo to Georgetown and maybe Barry Farms
Life is short to be driving this long
From DuPont to Fairfax back to nat’s mall
Pray I can say thank God for the rain
Ugh! thank god for the rain, thank God for the rain
Thank God for the rain, thank God for the rain
From AdMo to Georgetown and maybe Barry Farms
Life is short to be driving this long
From DuPont to Fairfax back to nat’s mall
Pray I can say thank God for the rain
See him driving round all around this town
And you’re wondering how you ever gonna find a way, find a way not to have to live for tomorrow just enjoy the day, day
Not to have to strive for a dollar struggle for the pay, pay
And enjoy the rain
Thank God for the rain, thank God for the rain
Thank God for the rain, thank God for the rain
From AdMo to Georgetown and maybe Barry Farms
Life is short to be driving this long
From DuPont to Fairfax back to nat’s mall
Pray I can say thank God for the rain
The unexamined life is not worth living
12 hours of work and he just want to sleep
No poets here speaking we don’t follow Socrates
Sticker on the dash of my father’s taxi as he drives
Every night and every day
Damn! every night racks his brain
Fuck! he has no time to complain
Who he got a slap just to get some better pay
He comes home to aches in his back feeling sore
He really hates the idea of living so poor
But he gotta keep it up 'cause he’s a father of four
He wonders when God picked his life, was he sure?
From PG to uptown and maybe Southeast
He drives his passengers to spots that they need
From Southwest to Trinidad more routes than a train
Any destination less the sky turns gray
Thank God for the rain, thank God for the rain
Thank God for the rain, thank God for the rain
From AdMo to Georgetown and maybe Barry Farms
Life is short to be driving this long
From DuPont to Fairfax back to nat’s mall
Pray I can say thank God for the rain
He drives hookers hustlers kids and dumb teens
Bammas brokers lawyers and immigrants G
Fresh off the boat, he came here with a dream
To earn millions but this life won't squeeze
A simple c-note his slot machine, uh
Got no casino he honks and he screams
When he stuck on I-95 in a traffic jam
I couldn’t feel his anger till I turn 23
So I write this shit for my pops (Pops!)
On his lunch break eating in that parking lot (Lot!)
When I was 17 he made my life a living hell (Hell!)
But little did I know the same tales would help me sell (Oh!)
My pain down the block of NorthWest U St
Brooklyn, Chinatown, and spots in NYC
I wonder if he knows how determined I’m to blow
Till he hears his son’s song playing on the radio singing
Thank God for the rain, thank God for the rain
Thank God for the rain, thank God for the rain
From AdMo to Georgetown and maybe Barry Farms
Life is short to be driving this long
From DuPont to Fairfax back to nat’s mall
Pray I can say thank God for the rain
Ugh! thank god for the rain, thank God for the rain
Thank God for the rain, thank God for the rain
From AdMo to Georgetown and maybe Barry Farms
Life is short to be driving this long
From DuPont to Fairfax back to nat’s mall
Pray I can say thank God for the rain
