EXILE, Blu - Fly (Song of Liberation) lyrics
[EXILE, Blu - Fly Song of Liberation lyrics]
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 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, 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
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 shit
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
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 shit 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
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, shit is stuck is his head
Goes to sleep and the grief
Crawls up in his bed
Start tripping out thinking he should
Fuck 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
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 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, 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
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 shit
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
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 shit 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
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, shit is stuck is his head
Goes to sleep and the grief
Crawls up in his bed
Start tripping out thinking he should
Fuck 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