Black heaven is a where people like me go Up there in black heaven, black
Know Dr. still preaching about togetherness But probably looking down it's irrelevant Houston, she was heaven sent A song bird prolly right now listening to her own words Rosa Parks so heart, she an OG Know she smiling looking at the blacks in the front Bernie Mack right now, him and Richard Pryor Trayvon prolly looking down saying ni**a's wild I know who giving up there, 2Pac He looking down like happened to this hip hop? Biggie Smalls prolly swagged out, back Him and Eazy talking bout how it was way Nate Dogg prolly about the A-Trak Pimp saying prayers that Bun and Jay strapped Michael Jackson? He maxing and relaxing Him and Gaye making a classic
In heaven I know you smiling down up there in black I know you're really proud of me up in black heaven I know you smiling down on me in black of you til the day we meet again
Billie Holiday about the old days Johnny Taylor making mixes the Ojays Rodney King prolly bout his old ways Thinking bout how they burned the down bout his old case Malcolm X wishing he was down here To take our hoods from the people who ain't from round here James still holling it's a man's world But thinking damn all these girls man's girl Know Jackie Neal bout how people roll Know Williams still sticking to the G code Wilt probably still saying broke his record Mac Dre still represent as a bay Know I and Bleek talking bout me Them ni**a's prolly jam Big Stone, out the three Dj looking down at the culture that he started Rest in peace Bob
In heaven I know you smiling up there in black heaven I know you're really proud of me up in black heaven I know you smiling on me in black heaven of you til the day we meet again
Where do my go to when they pass? And why do ni**a's never last? get addicted to the fast route The hand in hand, you know that cash I pray to God that we see days I caught a record while the record I'm thinking Lord don't let em me See I know one day they bury me I'll go straight to heaven, black heaven Yeah I go to black heaven, black heaven let the paranoia get to me Can't a trip to penitentiary I make a flip and the summer off A half a brick? now that's a summer I look to God, it's along road I got my up, like a cornrow I've been hell, one day I'll find my way If not then maybe I can buy my way to black