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Yeah Only way to fly is to jump Mama preachin' and they speakin' to us, common sense Look around, neighborhood like the apoocalypse Wanna reach the top, no money for that rocket ship And he don't think he'll get no scholarship So he drop out, people tellin' him it's just a cop out American dream, picture perfect, he been cropped out Bills at the house past due, what else to do They don't know what he been through How they gon' tell him how to move Born to lose-lose, no avenues left to chose Bruised and abused, persecuted and accused Money he pursued, poverty he refused Walkin' outta school with a fucking attitude Some day you'll look around and regret what you've become Never spread your wings to leave that place that you were from Stars die in the sky, trying to get close to the sun Fly high young one, it could end before it's begun He's writin' songs about the pain he feel inside But ain't no rapper ever made it from the west side His is a silly dream, reality is brutal Lost three homies in three weeks from gang shootin's SongtexteTry to get out, it's just useless They say his only option is a factory or prison institution He wanna fly, but he afraid to jump Plus, he can't afford it, his old lady got that baby bump Time to grind, gotta let go of his wants, provide for their needs Time to be a man, grow some roots, plant a seed Get a 9-5, hustle on the side Let go of all the foolishness and kiss the dream goodbye Some day you'll look around and regret what you've become Never spread your wings to leave that place that you were from Stars die in the sky, trying to get close to the sun Fly high young one, it could end before it's begun Seven kids, a couple prison years later I decided to quit listening to haters Took from the 'hood everything that made us God won't forsake us and the Feds couldn't break us Promised greater for my baby's fate than hard labor Now I'm living in the mansion saving for some acres Same people said I couldn't, askin' if I can Give a helping hand, loan a couple grand Never fake it for a second 'cause we been through real shit The moral of the story, what you want you can get Gotta jump you wanna fly, you won't get another life Twinkle, twinkle little star, go and live your lullaby Stars die in the sky, trying to get close to the sun Fly high young one, it could end before it's begun Stars die in the sky, trying to get close to the sun Aus Songtexte Mania