• soul searcher

Fleurever, Fleurever
'The next Station is Spadina, Spadina Station'
Yeah, man on a mission
Hand on the wheel, steering my vision
Keepin' my distance
Head in the clouds , mindin' my business
I got family, I got homies who are locked down by the system
And I'm prayin' for the black girls
Went missing and missed Christmas
Now listen, what would you rather doin' it best
Or doin' it different
I got sick of the dream, spoke it into existence
Turned it out with a dollar then I turned that to a million
Black angel been through hell and back
Now they made me the villain
Oh what a wonderful feeling
I learned a lot about my early 20's
Lookin' back a ***** wasn't ready
When it came to friends I had way too many
A lot flaked when the **** got heavy
And a lot of times, I was more focused on dollar signs
I had to put it in overdrive,
Caught myself callin' so many lies
Argued instead of apologized
I wasn't ready to compromise
Many mistakes were ill-advised
Had to cut it out, started cutting ties
I must've ****** up a hundred times
Blamin' the liquor to justify everything
That wasn't goin' right in my broken life
That's Fleurever
'Arriving at Spadina, Spadina Station'
Was it worth it?