Blu - Fly (Song OF Liberation) lyrics

Ready Ex? [Verse 1] She said she was sick of the city life A sweet girl but the world made her the sh**ty 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 their hearts 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, trying to make a little money That makes me realize, sh**, 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 to a star And release your soul Cause you know you can fly (Fly through the friendly skies) Reach high and go (Get you ticket, pack your sh**, and let's roll) Wish on a star (And don't worry I'll catch you if you 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 pimping As a kid he called different women Momma So he grew up with some drama That he could never get out of, he was 18 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 sh** he didn't go too much Till one day he overdosed, sniffing 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] [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 Try to find some liberation but the pains is indoors He's feelin sore since the bills start coming 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, sh** is stuck is his head Goes to sleep and the grief crawls up in his bed Start tripping out thinking he should f** with some meds And 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 till I find my spirit and just fly [Hook]