Maya was born in a town without pity – longed to be free from the bonds of the city
Working and saving what's left of her wages
Dreaming of somedays; digesting the pages of the books she reads; two at a time
Far away….
She's gonna fly. Maya go fly
Tye waits on tables till the midnight hour
Doubles his efforts when things go sour
Notices the rainbow instead of the rain
Workin' on skills past the point of the pain that he feels inside, wasting no time
Far away….
He's gonna fly. Tye gonna fly.
I ain't going back to
The Ghetto
Ain't going back no more
Wait a minute
No, you ain't doin' what you wanna do
You're doing what you're supposed do
And you're doin' it well