[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 is 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