innocent age Storybook endings Never appear They're just someone's way Of leading us here Waiting for wisdom To open the cage We forged in the fires Of the innocent
Oh how I hate the leader's voice A prisoner like me Quick looks through the window show me Gas towers in the dawn They seem to hang about the prison wall
the moment Carry the day Stay with the chase As long as you may Follow the dreamer, The fool, and the sage Back to the days of The innocent age. Storybook
to kill with a smoking gun, Echo: (with a smoking gun) Verse 1 Jadakiss: Yo Shawty is courageous, Going through the stages, Of where her body is more mature, Than her age
page and one pen One prayer, tell God, forgive for one sin Matter fact maybe more than one, look back At all the hatred against me, **** alla them Jesus died at age
, who am I to disagree? If I gave you simple reasons, would you still be questioning me? I climbed a mountain simply looking for advice But all I found were children playing innocent
you know, just trying to survive in the world 'Bout to have a little boy or baby girl, who knows? Anyway, just when you start getting' that little age
again Le bel age Only our love will remain Le bel age Close to the truth once again Le bel age Only our love will remain Le bel age Close to the truth
The fear in my heart As my palms sweat I'm helpless! Got to run out of here He pulls a gun without a reason And I'm a victim of innocent age I see his
t born yesterday You should know by now So let's set the record straight And we can carry on I wasn't born yesterday I'll find out I ain't innocent Lots
Stay back at least 150 inches You brew tea? an I know you know I can sense it With the nostrils innocently mixed with 6 hostile stenches Henceforth the
back at least 150 inches, You brew tea? an I know you know I can sense it With the nostrils innocently mixed with 6 hostile stenches Henceforth the
you grow From the hustlaz up at Harlem to the shot callers in O' And though, Congress, don't want us to progress our step My homie buried at an early age
and told me, now is she bold G? But in my mouth is where the gold be 'cause I be pimpin' her like Goldie Gotta get paid in this age my fingers ain't
Dear Mama, if some people came by the house lookin' for me I'm innocent of anything they say I done Now I don't know when I'll be able to write you again
not be slippin by your lonely Collectin my stripes, cause b.g. eiht was hungry Done trapped, eiht spit speedy In the m.c. we hit your block lookin too greedy Innocent
Dark day program, pen to page Nothing's broken, show our age Feed the flame, tears enrage Wait till mornin', face the day Now we're toiling over Thoughts