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 [Hook] 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 [Hook] 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 [Hook]