Fly (Song of Liberation)

[Intro]

Ready, Ex'?

[Verse 1]

She said she was sick of the city life

A sweet girl, but the world made her the 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, asking mama where the food is

And she can see they heart beating through their two ribs

Now she crying, watching 'Cribs'

'Cause the rent's due soon, in the one bedroom

And the kids kicking mama, like "I need some leg room"

Daddy gone, the babies might as well be test tubes

In the projects, stuck, wishing they could just move

To the country, I see her time-to-time tryna make a little money

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

So one day, I asked her how she deals with it

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

[Hook]

Fly

Reach up high and go

Wishin' on a star

And release your soul

'Cause you know you can fly (Fly through the friendly skies)

Reach up high and go (Get you ticket, pack your shit, and let's roll)

Wishin' on a star (And don't worry, I'll catch you if ya fall)

Release your soul

'Cause you know you can fly

[Verse 2]

He said he had a problem with commitment

And it was probably 'cause his pops was into pimpin'

As a kid, he called different women Momma

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

He was eighteen

Already hating life, so he blazed trees

And he could ball, but he ditched everyday it seems

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

So he started slanging 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 too much

'Til one day he overdosed, sniffin' coke and such

I think about him time-to-time, and I realize how similar our past is

But 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

[Hook]

Fly

Reach up high and go

Wishin' on a star

And release your soul

'Cause you know you can fly (Fly through the friendly skies)

Reach up high and go (Get you ticket, pack your shit, and let's roll)

Wishin' on a star (And don't worry, I'll catch you if ya fall)

Release your soul

'Cause you know you can fly

[Verse 3]

He told me he was pressured and was stressing out

And he usually makes music just to let it out

He asked his mom about it and she told him, "Pray to God"

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

He tries to ignore the stress that he endures

Tryna find some liberation, but the pain was indoors

He feelin' sore since the bills started coming, and

His stomach started rumbling

Pops calls it growing 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, hoping it will go away

But it doesn't, shit is stuck in his head

Goes to sleep and the grief crawls up in his bed

Start trippin' out, thinking he should fuck with some meds

Then he remembered what his grandpa said when he was young

So he looked to the sky, asking God "How come?"

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

And I realize, that guy's me trying to see clearer

So tell God I hear Him, and I know how to deal with it

Close my eyes 'til I find my spirit and just... fly

[Hook]

Fly

Reach up high and go

Wishin' on a star

And release your soul

'Cause you know you can fly (Fly through the friendly skies)

Reach up high and go (Get you ticket, pack your shit, and let's roll)

Wishin' on a star (And don't worry, I'll catch you if ya fall)

Release your soul

'Cause you know you can fly