Innocent Ambition - Apollo Brown, Skyzoo

And as I look out the window, I see the sun start to

Climb.

Early morning…

He told me I can have it all

Well not direct, I mean he told me from afar

And as he opened up the doors to 100 thousand awes

Iit was loud enough to send my inhibitions thru the floor

Intuition getting drawn like Kadir was by the wall

And all, I wanted was a shade

A hue of a sort I could sort to replace

All the hues of the halls and the walls where I stays

Attentive as I should be, but the thought of it shook me

'Cause my diligence puts me, where God overlooked me

So he came up and took me, where no one ever put me

And put a bag of pieces in my hand and it hooked me

And if someone mistook me, for being from his stream

Then I’d be overzealous of the jealousy received

And seeing my desires transpire from my dreams

Is as sweet the hopes that my mama sung to me

Like «fuck I used to dream», but now I’m more sleepless

And I doubled my age by erasing all the dreaming

And my innocence fades into black, Michael Lee shit

But how my transition to the kitchen came seamless

Stamps for the fly out, culinary sequence

Sean Combs '94, hands in the remix

Prayers to the highest, and send 'em up the most

Feeding you your diet, and burying my lows

He said I’d have it all

In my innocent ambition

Less singing, and more getting

Less dreaming, and more living

Early mornings, same difference, right

In my innocent ambition

Less singing, and more getting

Less dreaming, and more living

Early mornings, same difference, right

He said I couldn’t have a thing

I mean aside from what my mama usually sing

And the song that’s being sung is sitting high enough to ring to The ears of

who forgot us

He said it should be obvious

His hand was on his 40, his title on his collar

He looked about 40, 27 my scholar

He said why even bother?

I wondered what he means

Then looked back at his 40 and proceeded to agree

My agreement was for me to prove him wrong

Then I started to hear the harmonies of all the songs

He mentioned to me before, and not before long

I was less about proving the already foregone

Assuming him as wrong, was more wrong me right?

The cameras turned on, with no room for rewrites

I mean what could I rewrite?

That isn’t just hopeful

It’s better to leave it and believe he at least knows you

He said look I can show you, threw me on his Impala

The 40 to my fitted, no one around bothered

Like who’s supposed to bother?

He said look at these doors

Another couple years and none of these shit will be yours

A change gonn' come right?

Y’all said it yourselves

So y’all can blame each other for the changes that prevailed

I put away my youth and I heard somebody call

It sounded like a sweeter version of my mama’s song

And he said I’d have it all

In my innocent ambition

Less singing, and more getting

Less dreaming, and more living

Early mornings, same difference, right

In my innocent ambition

Less singing, and more getting

Less dreaming, and more living

Early mornings, same difference, right