Lyrics: Arkmallah Hilliard/Andrea Curtis
Music: Raki Barlow
We gonna fly
Up outta here
And spread our wings
And go to the Devine
Use that super power to go to a place where we know that we can be
Fly
Fly
That we could be
Fly
Fly
That we could be
Things change it gets hurtful and seem strange
How can one be merciful when he slings caine
Got live elite teach make my son kings
Life ain't a beach
We play a dirty game
Raise my daughters queen status
Whole team lavish
Clean up well prestigious in the clean fabric
We all mean well
They keep us on the coast like sea shells
Send us back to africa and boast our spreewells
So many souls suffered
To many hoes love it
Feeling like a jazz player being beaten with his own trumpet
My heart cold but my blood pumping
Fiending for acceptance
Eager to love something
Kaleidoscope coloured my twirled vision
Realising everything you want is what the world isn't
Corwards my sing that you lying
But you still got the reach the divine
Flap your wings you could fly
We gonna fly
Up outta here
And spread our wings
And go to pretty vines
Use that super power to go to a place where we know that we can be
Fly
Fly
That we could be
Fly
Fly
That we could be