Fleurever, Fleurever The next Station is Spadina, Spadina Station Yeah, man on a mission Hand on the wheel, steering my vision 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 Doing it best or doing 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 calling so many lies Argued instead of apologized I wasn't ready to compromise Many mistakes were ill-advised Had to cut it out, started cutting ties I must've fucked up a hundred times Blaming the liquor to justify Everything that wasn't right in my broken life That's Fleurever Arriving at Spadina, Spadina Station Was it worth it?