• 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 Who went missing and missed Christmas Now listen, what would you rather? Doin' the 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 twenties 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 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 fucked up a hundred times Blamin' 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?