The Urban Sophisticates - Battleground Ave. lyrics

Battleground Ave. with the bottle of red Break bread with the well-spoken, dressed, and fed I'm wanna be Johnny Cash all covered in black and cover Bob Dylan records back to back Churchill's, midnight with a couple of friends Reminisce about Christmas with my next of kin I was innocent, young, dumb, and heavier set And the good life got about as good as it gets The bar is 400 miles south of the place Pops used to sit me down and show me the way Now life in studio, shows, and painting the town red Contracts, marketing and checking the sound scanner Yeah I know I'm an emotional mess The only way I know to get this off of my chest Is to write a couple verses that I sing in a song While I picture you singing along Chorus: I can see another struggle ahead Memories of the last time I fell Give me peace that's all I want in the end Can it be a new dawn ahead? Let it be Elm Street, New Year's, bottle of white In route, new gear under the street light Been through some times I'll never forget Lost a couple friends, got a couple regrets Spent a lot of time feeling broken in bits Without you Lord I'd be calling it quits Life is too hard without the knowledge of grace And I can never move without You showing the way I'm the young Bill Cosby, king of town Fists high to the sky, watch it crumblin' down It's a new year and I'm startin' it fresh And when the ball drops I'ma live it to d**h I'm so broke, so loved and so lonely So confused, convicted and so phoney But that's life grinding in the KC That's what II'm goin through lately Chorus Let it be x10 Sometimes I feel like the only Star in the sky that's shining Like the only bird that's soaring Like the only flame that's burning Like the only pa**ion that's stirring But Father if you're here with me Then let it be Chorus Let it be