Fly

She said she was sick of the city life

Sweet girl but the world made it a shitty type

When she was young she just wanted to be pretty like a model or an actress but

She had to work for her two kids

Father in jail serving time for two bids

Kids hungry askin mama where the food is

And she can see their hearts beating through their two ribs

Now she crying watching cribs

Cause her rents due soon in the one bedroom

And the kids kickin mama like I need some leg room, daddy gone

The babies might as well be test tubes

In the projects stuck, wishin they could just move to the country

I see her time to time tryin to make a little money

And makes me realize, shit, my life ain't that crummy

So one day I asked her how she deals with it

She said she she doesn't, she lets God, so she can fly

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Fly, reach high and go

Wish on a star

Release your soul

Cause you know you can fly

Reach high and go

Wish on a star

Release your soul

Cause you know you can fly

He said he had a problem with commitment

And it was probably cause his paps was into pimpin

As a kid he called different women mama

So he grew up with some drama that he could never get out of

He was 18

Already hated life so he blazed trees

Make him ball but he bitched everyday it seems

And his grades was so bad, he never made the team

So he started slangin trees then he moved to coke

College coaches always noticed that the kid was dope

But he smoked too much

Dropped out of school, cause shit he didn't go to much

Til one day he overdosed with coke and such

I think about him time to time

And I realize how similar our past is

And how different my path is

One day I asked his dad how he deals with it

He said he doesn't, he gets high

So he can fly

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He told me he was crushin and was stressin out

And he usually makes music just to let it out

He asked his mama bout it and she told him pray to God

She didn't notice that the faith was fadin from his mind

He tries to ignore the stress that he endures

Try to find some liberation but the pains indoors

He's feelin sore since the bills start comin

His stomach started rumbling

Paps causin growin pains

Ask his friends about it but

They don't know the pain

They just tell him roll a blunt

Try to smoke some hay

So he gets high hopin it will go away

But it doesn't shit is stuck is his head

Goes to sleep and the grief crawls up in his bed

Start trippin out thinking he should fuck with some meds

And he remembered what his granpa said when he was young

So he looked to the sky and asked God how come

I feel this pain time to time when I look in the mirror?

I realized that that guys me trying to see clearer

Tell God I hear him, and I know how to deal with it

Close my eyes till I find my spirit and just fly

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