Black heaven is a where people like me go Up there in heaven, black heaven
Dr. King still preaching about togetherness But looking down saying it's irrelevant Whitney Houston, she was heaven A song bird prolly right now listening to her own words Rosa so much heart, she an OG Know she smiling looking at the blacks in the seat Bernie Mack joking now, him and Richard Pryor Trayvon prolly looking saying them ni**a's wild I who giving knowledge up there, 2Pac He looking down like what to this hip hop? Smalls prolly swagged out, laid back Him and Eazy bout how it was way back Dogg prolly reminicing about the A-Trak Pimp prayers that Bun and Jay stay strapped Michael Jackson? He maxing and relaxing Him and Marvin Gaye a classic
In heaven I know you down up there in black heaven I know you're really proud of me up there in heaven I know you smiling on me in black heaven Thinking of you til the day we meet
Billie Holiday thinking the old days Taylor making mixes with the Ojays Rodney King prolly thinking bout his old Thinking bout how they burned the down bout his old case Malcolm X prolly wishing he was down To take our hoods back from the who ain't from round here James Brown still holling it's a man's But thinking damn all these girls taking man's Know Jackie Neal talkin' how people roll Know Williams still sticking to the G code probably still saying nobody broke his record Mac Dre still represent as a bay Know I and prolly talking bout me Them ni**a's jam with Big Stone, out the three Dj Screw looking down at the culture he started Rest in Bob Marley
In black I know you smiling up there in black heaven I know really proud of me up there in black heaven I know you smiling down on me in black Thinking of you til the day we meet
Where do my ni**a's go to when pass? And why do good ni**a's last? Some get addicted to the route The in hand, you know that cash route I pray to God that we see better I caught a record the record plays I'm thinking don't let em carry me See I know one day when bury me I'll go straight to black heaven, black I go straight to black heaven, black heaven Don't let the get to me Can't a trip to penitentiary I make a and take the summer off A half a now that's a summer salt I look to God, it's been road I got my up, like a cornrow I've through hell, one day I'll find my way If not then I can buy my way to black heaven