Over the tragedies killin the happiness now
You can come sit on my cloud
But you gatta be quiet I know that your weed is so loud
It screams in the middle of crowds
Movin to better my life and I take who I can
Dont know if we ever will land
Gatta get rid of your baggage
You bringin a lot and I wont even offer a hand
When do we give back to others our sisters and brothers
Dont have to be blood to be real
Put my life on the line for the ones who got mine
That exchange was such a good deal
The trust is a solid cant break it for nothin
We crackin to code to success
And just to add to the greatness I multiplied wages
And now I cant settle for less
Im just apart of the chase to be more than great
you mustve bin running from death