Back to the stories that we left behind Back to the days when we were young and wise Everybody knows they need a friend None is to blame and none pretends
and so I caught her in the driveway And she cried to me so I cried too And my stomach was soakin' wet, she only 5'2 And forty-eight hours was all before
man, and this what I'mma do 'til it's over 'Til it's over, but it's far from over One thing about music, when it hits you feel no pain And I swear I
come home to plenty cream Bentleys (Ahehe) You name it, I could claim it Young, black and famous with money hangin' out the anus And when you need a hit, who you go and
? And that's just the way the story goes And that's just the way the story goes Fuck you niggas and hoes You think I'ma come this far And let you niggas
thinkin in ya mind I'm out every night And if u thinkin in ya mind I'm out every night And that I'll prolly never change then your probably right And
I glare through the smoke tinted windows And be still Be still young heart Never will you fall apart Be still young heart Never will you fall apart Be wise
stomach growled So I washed the shit down and hit the weight pile The brothers was swole the attitudes was cold I felt the tension on the yard from the young and
me He aint the type you shoot dice with and win dog Unless you want to get your ass layed out in gilmore Yes we soldiers, remind me Troy and E-Bags When
on the streets of N.Y.C. i've seen the world through the military the racist feelings that people breed from young to old it's world history the youth have changed and
time, everything I thought of Somehow seemed to rhyme The wise were always old And the young
nation of our fathers. Young Jews, be proud! [musical interlude: Jewish music played on synthesizer with drums] Now our people lived here, and they held this place, And
Only brokenhearted Life?s not over, I can start again While I?m lonely, brokenhearted It?s a hurtin' thing to get over I?m young but I?m wise enough
It all seems so familiar) Gotta wise, the shit that lame (It all seems so familiar) I can remember that little nigga when he was just a young lad Nobody
taps heard of million street stories caught inside this trap Who are you to look at me with your eyes like that? Wising up young blood, before you make things escalate And
in that Hennesey. Tired of the enemy, runnin to your crib, Slumped you in your fireplace, and have smoke comin outta your chimney. I could see straight through your plots and
was throwing her around In the rose garden Where the rain is falling And the thorns are sharpened Rose garden, yeah Rose garden She was young but not naA?ve Always wise
acted young and foolishly I keep all this in mind when I recall the time I have to disagree and be here for you Ooh, and we talked and laughed And we