base And right now Babylon deep on me case People in a show, all lined in a row We just push on by, it's funny, how hard we try Take a moment to relax
was sin That was only a story to explain the state we're in You got a life that's not your own You need to take care of your home Got a calling, get
Went to a dance last Saturday night I was feeling tipsy, the mood was right Sight a little daughter steppin' out the corner 'Cause I feel like dancing
Oh yeah In so many ways I?m not a fighter I?m a lover This aint the old days I?m a 21st century brotha And if you don?t know Who I am You will never
game you lose By taking one last chance and falling You know it's true Life can be so cruel Time won't wait for you And I don't want my friend a victim
She said no words when I chose to stand away In the background of my mind When the sun rose I chose the shade Never wanted never needed All the priceless
I had a thought of you In solitude without rescue Your thoughts are in the pouring rain And you feel the way You did before I met you Now I see the pain
have no base, And right now Babylon de pon me case. People in a show, All lined in a row. We just push on by, Its funny, How hard we try. Take a moment
Went to a dance last saturday night I was feeling tipsy, the mood was right Sight a little daughter steppin' out the corner 'cause I feel like dancing
for the hurt. Sorry that the destiny seems to be the ever clear and present danger. Headlines that fail to trace. Land mines in a dossier. Young, naive
the game you lose By taking one last chance and falling You know its true, Life can be so cruel Time won?t wait for you And I don?t want my friend a
yonder, a young man stern with the hunger, who never puts asunder, the late night thoughts and the wonder. Writing is a lightening speech is a thunder. Kid, I'm misinterpreted like a
only A story to explain The state we're in Gotta lie it's not your own Need to take care of your home Got a calling get some feeling You got a family
Oh yeah In so many ways I?m not a fighter I?m a lover This aint the old days I?m a 21st century brotha And if you don?t know Who I am You will
cursed son nor the devils night. There i lay with warmth watching over me. The favoured son on whom fortune smiled upon Why? Why do you want me? With a
see when dem wha come fight yo down fi di wrong ting And nah protect dem end? A sign of struggle you know, a sign of struggle hol on. (Thanks to Paola
for a cause that never was. Call for a voice but all it does is sigh. Inside. Sigh. More or less, there abouts, a young man with so many doubts. I try
I had a thought of you, in solitude without rescue. Your thoughts are in the puring rain, and you feel the way you did before I met you. Now I see the