It's gonna be some you might not understand But, you may have to rewind shit a few times Heaven, it out
I know ain't a promise why I live one day at a time So it's my turn, they'll be no crying I'm aware that when my number's called I'm punchin' the No for screamin' at me momma, I'm out
And I wasn't really happy here to start with, let that be told My old was robbin' me, and that's 3 cold I said '3', all intentional, 'cause 2 don't count When your own bloods bitter and homeboys bounce
Who the fuck is you gonna when your road dog is schemin'? And every other corner, you're passin' a different And now the is open, I'm rememberin' this families, your backbone, your friends ain't shit
Now I believe it Rhonda was sayin', "Back in the days" When our homeboys left, she the ones stayed For that reason, I'm a try and give her the world Found Heaven in the form of a girl, everybody's
My angel, my Bless the day that I Heaven in the form of a girl My best friend, my time Bless the day that I found in the form of a girl
to different scriptions, they teach on God And if you ain't met him, don't speak on God I'm serious about religion, just no song I'm hearin' makin' up scriptions, and playin' along
Probably I'm the hypocrit, for judgin' these folks But you can tell he a Christian, by the way that he spoke I pray for everbody, hopin' that hear that voice The one that paralyzes you from down, boy
When you're aware of surroundings, yet you still can't move Water shootin' outta your eyes you this dude And the voice is louder, than the voice that you Thought was the of the Holy Spirit Who your life, when you hear it?
And the next morn', you wake up and the world lighter The grass greener, and the sun I know the feelin' hand, I witnessed the sights When I allowed the to come in my life
And it was (Heaven, Heaven) But I'm a man, I perfect
That's a poor excuse, that workin' I asked him for forgiveness, for sin I commit Hopefully he gonna let me stay on his I'm tryin' to get to
the Beautiful, don't be so cold How do you expectin' our seeds grow? When you us in the ghetto And show love, to the muthafuckers
While we here starvin' at home I'd cry, if I thought, that me a tear might help Then again, me sheddin' don't help Wanna call up to the President, and see if he help
Let him know you up shit yourself, we all sinners the winter, with no socks, and no shoes In a position, where we all loose Tell the penitentiaries, we gonna need more
Or what the is we gonna do? Sit around and let the pass us by? Waitin' on a from the Revrand And he ain't but man, tryin' to get to (Heaven)