Reaching for the stars,
Coming back to reality with scars,
But don’t those burns go away?
Ima make away,
That’s what we say,
Can mistake the good for bad,
May seem to see only the worse
But trust it could be worse,
Like having the hearse carrying your body after the funeral,
I know and you know it to though,
Who’s the fool not you,
Your situation starting to
Sound better from these different points of views im giving you
You good? Im good to
Cause a lot of us done been threw some s***
Least we aint laying in a ditch dead waiting for the man to zip us in a plastic bag
So take a breath be happy we still here im know im glad