Текст Jazz Cartier – Soul Searcher

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 doin’ it 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 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 callin’ so many lies
Argued instead of apologized
I wasn’t ready to compromise
Many mistakes were I’ll-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

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Was it worth it?