Life has me messed up.
It thinks I am falling for its schemes,
I'm out here trying to make a come up,
Simply reach for my dreams.
Apparently sky isn't the limit anymore
With these youngins getting oh, so high.
Higher then their clouds,
Passing by the smoke must be nice.
Growing up with high parents is like a trap for you,
Whether you're getting into smoking, sniffing, or the chew.
You got exposed,
And now you want more,
Not even realizing the consequences.
You asked them to stop,
And they swore they would.
But they also said that they would get you out of that hood.
They got you far enough,
But roots just don't go away.
We didn't just get a whole new start.
Is that what you were going to say?