• SOUL SEARCHER

Fleurever, Fleurever
 The next Station is Spadina, Spadina Station
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 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
 Doing it best or doing 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 nigga wasn't ready
 When it came to friends I had way too many
 A lot flaked when the shit got heavy
 And a lot of times, I was more focused on dollar signs
 I had to put it in overdrive
 Caught myself calling 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 fucked up a hundred times
 Blaming the liquor to justify
 everything that wasn't right in my broken life
 That's Fleurever
 Arriving at Spadina, Spadina Station
 Was it worth it?