Текст песни
Mic check one two
For the class he was just one dude
That didn’t talk much if only just one knew
That he came up in a home full of physical abuse
Long sleeves to cover up these cuts and bruises
Hates his step dad so he just might lose it
Its soothing so he listens to hip hop music
Trapped in this world he was introduced in
He refuses to come out cause it just suites him
And he wasn’t quite the kid you would laugh with and trust
He was more the type of kid in the back of the bus
Trying to socially adapt and adjust
He had nobody to talk to his mom wasn’t giving a fuck
So he goes down on his knees
This is it all he can take just praying to god for relief
But he keeps on falling spins and twirls
While he’s trying to find a grip on this twisted world
You gotta fly and hit the sky
Look down below, the world will show no
Don’t let them beat you down
You gotta fly to see the light
The sky will be your home
He's cold outside showing no emotion
Barely holding it together but nobody knows it
And he's told how he should act how he's supposed to focus
By the ones who made jokes only more provoked him
And he's playing it cool he won't say if it's true
When you ask him ‘bout the bag he been packin’ at school
He gon’ laugh say it's a package to light up the room
Turn his back and in a snap watch the world go boom
Yeah I bet the jokes you made were real funny
Fast forward he been working for some real money
He got it stacked but he lacks the capacity to have
A relationship with anybody blame it on his dad
So he spends every goddamn holiday alone
Zoned out whisper to an empty bottle on the stove
Should have choked them the moment
They broke out with the jokes
Feeling hopeless his own doubt pushing pills down his throat
You gotta fly and hit the sky
Look down below, the world will show no
Don’t let them beat you down
You gotta fly to see the light
The sky will be your home
It’ll be your home
It’ll be your home
It’ll be your home
Oh, It’ll be your home
His last note it was undiscovered
No signs no clues he kept it under cover
Finally snapped had enough to take his bags and just leave
Drugs and alcohol since he was 15
Hoping to wake up and it was all a sick dream
He screams at the mirror smashing it till his fist bleed
A troubled kid sick of being a punk
On the edge of a bridge closed eyes when he
You gotta fly and hit the sky
Look down below, the world will show no
Don’t let them beat you down
You gotta fly to see the light
The sky will be your home
It’ll be your home
It’ll be your home
It’ll be your home
It’ll be your home
