• SOUL SEARCHER - Jazz Cartier

Fleurever, Fleurever

«The next Station is Spadina, Spadina Station»

Yeah, man on a mission, hand on the wheel, steerin' my vision

Keepin' my distance, head in the clouds, mindin' my business

I got family that got homies who are locked down by the system

And I’m prayin' for the black girls who went missin' and missed Christmas

Now listen, what would you rather?

Doin' it best or doin' it different?

I got sick of the dream, spoke it into existence

Started out with a dollar, finna turn 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 20s, 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 caught in so many lies

Argued instead of apologized, I wasn’t ready to compromise

Many mistakes were ill-advised, had to cut it out, started cuttin' ties

I must’ve fucked up a hundred times, blamin' the liquor to justify

Everything that wasn’t going right in my broken life

That’s Fleurever

«Arriving at Spadina, Spadina Station»

Was it worth it?