[Verse 2: Common] Fortunate for the breath of life
And the breath of the Lord through Reverend Wright
Fortunate in my house ain’t a desperate wife
I study life so I can test the mic
The laboratory of a rapper’s story from the alley to the allegory
I pour a rhyme into time, let it travel for me
The one with self is the biggest battle for me
Fortunate when I was twelve, I let rap allure me
Fortunate through the wilderness, I see the trees
In the forest, there’s a lotta fallen MCs
Fortunate that the God shared the lessons
He returned to the essence—I still feel his presence
Most of my bretherin are from ’87
Childhood friends—I’m glad that I kept ’em
Fortunate for the wisdom of the elders
And my grandmother and mother’s love that never failed us
I’m fortunate
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A água mais pura da fonte
A água mais pura da fonte
A água mais pura da fonte
A água mais pura da fonte
[Verse 3: Common]
Fortunate I was raised ’round my uncle Steve
And my uncle Charles—they both told me, “Believe”
The seeds of a revolutionary; evolutions vary
Necessary to become fruits and berries of our labor
Told ya, “Search for a savior”
Fortunate I had a chance to raise her
In the days on the unknown
I’m fortunate to come home to blocks we fought, we swung on
Fortunate the Lord put me on a path
To use the microphone for a rod and a staff
Fortunate that my heart and the beat knocks
The Windy City street [?]; I’m fortunate for Pete Rock (Ayy)
I’m fortunate