• SOUL SEARCHER

Forever, forever

The next station is Spadina

Spadina station

Yeah, man on a mission

Hand on the wheel, steerin' my vision

Keeping my distance

Head in the clouds, minding my business

I got family

I got homies who are locked down by the system

And I'm prayin' for the black girls who went missin'

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 20s

Lookin' back, a **** 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 caught in 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 going right in my broken life

That's forever

Arriving at Spadina

Spadina station

Was it worth it?