My soul's flying with the wind looking for a place to lay am waking up and still seeing the same day life's getting hard should i go or stay? do you understand what am trying to say? My neighborhood is full with cracks yet no roses grow from them Looking to exit this life and into the real world Am here sittin in a high school class room and i dont even know why am here wish i could disapier show no fear my life has musical sounds but can u hear If u where am from this u will know and feel