Verse 1: Jayaire Woods;

Staring at the moon though

And its finally looking back at me family know I'm back on track/

Won't stop working till my brothers holding racks on racks/

When this shit drop me and my homies smoke packs on packs aye/

Staring at the moon though

But i been looking for the sun too/

Grew up like my mama, the only reason we struggled/

Came from nothing alla way up to that safer side/

Want more for myself I ain't content with tryna stay alive/

Staring at the sun though

Nowadays my heart in tact/

Deal with pressure, so much stress my heart attacking my endeavors/

No. Lacking for my **** on that darker side/

No matter what you do where you move don't go to far in mind/ Truly yours

School of hard knocks, I play this life like I had knew the course/

Newlywed to dreams got me lusting for cream/

SLOW for life, put good in my world, trust in my team/

Young Jayaire put wood in my girl/ Matt rolling woods, thats WOODSIDE aye

Chorus: Jayaire Woods;

I don't care for what they say, I put my heart inside my faith and so no matter what the sun gone shine/

All my dreams coming true, on my trees, all my leaves already grew so shit I'm on my grind yeah/

Took my heart out the cold, in the dark no love lost, I could never try and hold no sorrow/

Still party hopping, hardly shopping, popping out, low-keying, in the cut, smoking trees for tomorrow aye

Verse 2: Jayaire Woods;

Staring at the world though

This shit only getting worser/

R.I.P my people murdered/

Reaping pain for all my brothers and sisters/

When will it change, the police must ain't got no love for my ****, I went insane/

Either we passive or they calling us savages/

Put a knife inside my back and tell me how I should handle it, on attack/

Getting fired if I talk to managers bout some facts/

Rather that, I see the pos(police) and I'm panicking/

I been staring at the world though

Man, the seasons been shifting/

Trees getting cut, bees been missing/

Grass looking greener on different sides/

Either change it or we close to finish line/

If the world end, I pray they catch me on top that village side/

No matter what you say or do the world gone have to gimme mine/

Learned that lesson from Nas, got the world in my palms/

Hair been closer to God, i been closer to wings/

Always wondered how it'd feel to get too close to my dreams/

Till next time, Love the motive, SLOW the regime/

In the corner, I been growing my seeds for next autumn/

Young and unemployed cause my hour ain't worth a dollar/

Catch me at uncle remus eating chicken with my partners/

Or, hooping like duke should've made me scholar/

Wishful thinking/

Popped out, **** drinking, whats the usual/

Pray my mama love me, pray my girl know that she beautiful/

Made it through the summer, I ain't tryna see no funeral no time soon