I used to stare at tha sky and wonder why I couldn't fly
Dreams of a young guy rejected cuz I denied a slice of Apple Pie
Id cry, I was hated juss cuz I didn't wanna live tha 'Merican Dream
Everythin' seemed like I was stranded on a log headin' down stream
Feared tha high beam, Afraid of heights, Thought I'd be carried by luv
But found it liked to shove, Never knew peace, Only seen fake doves
I was a few steps above, Hell, But many below tha gates of Heaven
It got worse when I realized, My luv used my weakness as a weapon
So I let it go, I didn't know how I'd be one to let luv grow
Couldn't come in precision wit tha flow, Thought I had it mastered....No
Tha signs tried to show me I needed my luv time and time again
Then I finally let go of tha bottle, And fell back in luv wit my pen