Skyrise-High

We get skyrise high to put distance between ourselves and lies

With stars in our eyes we try to thrive not just survive with Benjamin as our lifeline.

We put him at the finish line and like a runaway slave we keep our eyes on the prize.

We keep the pace…never too tired to run this race…even if it leads us… in… circles.

Cause nobody cares bout the nigga tryna make it giving away mixtapes out his mamas basement…

And no one gives a fuck about the girl on stage shaking so she can go to school so she can turn the next page….in her life…

So we get high…intoxicated off our own fumes…

Fuck the world cause all it got is bad news…

But Dead presidents fill the void and buy some new shoes…

They say you cant buy happiness but goddamn I was fooled…

Cause, in the ghetto its babies crying for food

And the government say you too poor to get assistance

And when we strike out and become pistol totting fools

They lock us up…. Put us right into the system…

A system where the jobs are gone and neighborhoods are broken…

A system where the schools are closed but clubs are always open…

A system where addiction runs rabid…addicted to the money anyway we gotta have it…even if it means we the reason for yo mamas habit…

A system where you get more time for selling drugs than murder…

And once upon a time they wrote laws just to hurt us…

But right now…eyes too low to recognize this crime…

Tryna put distance between ourselves and that life…

Get skyrise high…