Paroles de 'Fly Away' par Talib Kweli

She’s got a ticket, I think she’s gonna use it
And she’s going to fly away
Where you going?
No one should try and stop her
Persuade her with that power, yeah
She said that her mind is made
This the story we all familiar with

Yeah, we all tryina to live worry free
For pretty young things, perfection is like currency
Talking bout a country girl, living in the city though
Searching, but she gets her moral compass from these videos
Girl you be killing and searching your face for new tears
Courage on the fire, especially after a few beers
Already broke my resolution for the new year
If they bless you cause it’s nothing aside a few years
Until I came across this dame I used to baby sit
At the club looking for this lame she had a baby with
Wait a minute, you only 17, then she said to me
My baby gave me strength to leave the city
Life ain’t meant for me
Father can’t be bothered, I’m here to make my peace
So I offered her this money when she started pouring jay for me
I thought you were better, I slay these niggas faithfully
I don’t need you to pay for me, I just need you to pray for me

She’s got a ticket, I think she’s gonna use it
And she’s going to fly away
No one should try and stop her
Persuade her with that power, yeah
She said that her mind is made
Girl change your mind

When they call a man, captain, savior
That ain’t no hero
What you really bring to the table,
Let’s keep it real though
No matter where you going
If you don’t get your mind right
First choose between 2 evils like this was twilight
She up in the kitchen tonight, cooking the brims right
She got a ticket to ride, that peter pan bus
She got a ticket to buy, she got her grands up
Till she got a ticket to fly, she hit Atlanta
She trying to avoid the trap, it’s like a cancer
The love of money, running the ...now she a dancer
Now the blow, going to nose, to keep her dancing
The hot is the only escape, she like a phantom
A ghost, just a cell of herself, back in the back tense
Close to selling herself, who’s in the assets
Ain’t nothing like with the...that’s breaking all down
Got a side of the things, she’s taking off now

She’s got a ticket, I think she’s gonna use it
And she’s going to fly away, sky high!
No one should try and stop her
Persuade her with that power, aha
She said that her mind is made

Fly high, fly, fly, ah,
Sky high, yeah, hold up
Where you going girl, hold up
Hold up, where you going girl? Hold up
Hold up, where you going girl? Hold up

Damn, I found out later that she don’t know who her father is
I’m like it’s crazy, this baby ain’t got no starter kit
She never met a real man before, they try to steal her goodies
They breaking into her candy store
We own them pistols and willy wackers for soldier sisters
Cause where we kicking the golden ticket the coldest winters
Statistic, so give you the truest pinciatti
You provision married to a mission for new beginnings
It’s hard enough being radiated, in a 20 block radius
Wondering who the father of the baby is
A real relationship to her is like science fiction
Octavian butler can ride it by you and provide it with a title
Body of a woman with the eyes of a child
... she be crushed, stretches wide as the tile
Want a future to be bright as a smile, she like them out
I see her spinning that, wheel of fortune, let’s fly now

She’s got a ticket, I think she’s gonna use it
And she’s going to fly away, sky high!
No one should try and stop her
Persuade her with that power, aha
She said that her mind is made

Hold up, I realize early,
That black girls carry universes inside their bodies
Waiting to be named, whole continents
Land masses that were once connected
Flow through her arms, fingers, chest, leg, stomach,
Feet and head
Ghana is her heart, her lungs Cherokee
Her thighs ... her bones, masai
Her breath, aborigen, her skin,
The color of Moroccan sand in south African sky lines
Her blue blood separates the lands from our rivers and great lakes
The place where we shouldn’t drink
The place where we love and hate
Colonize and liberate, conquer and rebuild
Rape and sow up, escape and imprison
The place where questions like
If you’re woman, raise your hand
We’ll get you killed!