You greet another son, you lose another one Fly's right by me and leaves a kiss upon her face While the angels are singin' his praises in a blaze of glory Mary stays behind and starts cleaning up the place Mary you're covered in roses, you're covered in

"Now let me take a trip down memory lane" "Comin' outta Queensbridge" I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners Henessey holders and old school niggas, then I be dissin' a Unofficial that smoke woolie thai I dropped out of Kooley High,

So leave me if you need to, I will still remember Angel flying too close to the ground Angel flying too close to the ground. If you had not have fallen Then I would not have found you And I patched up your broken wing and hung around a while Trying to

We're not gonna fall Take my hand and fly Will you ever be that tall Don't you be afraid Give me a reason bitch They try kicking and screaming Contation break us apart

Got no one else to blame I'm just a victim of comfort I am just a victim of comfort Cryin' shame No rocket's gonna fly that high There's no escaping the enemy he's you and I We poison up our water, we're chokin' on the air Last stop before it gets too

Everyone, everyone! Get down, baby, get down, baby Fly, fly, fly, high Fly, fly, fly, son Get down, baby I can feel it Deep inside my body I've been watching all this all night

Fly away on my zephyr We'll find a place together I feel it more than ever And in this perfect weather Take a look It's on display for you Coming down No, not today In the water where I center my emotion

To the top of the world Disappearing everyday without so much as a word somehow There's a whole lot of singing that's never gonna be heard Think I broke the wings off that little song bird She's never gonna fly to the top of the world right now I wished

Bridge: (sung by Kai Hansen) So many centuries So many Gods We were the prisoners of our own fantasty High in the sky Where eagles fly Morgray the dark Enters the throne Open wide the gate, friend The king will come Blow the horn and praise

Just like prisoners in paradise I want to learn how to fly I want to be respected I want to get lucky I want to get out of this dump I just want to watch TV I want to be loved I want to be different I want a brother an There Id just rather be forgotten