It's gonna be some shit you might not But, you may have to this shit a few times Heaven, it out
I know tomorrow a promise That's why I one day at a time So when it's my turn, be no crying I'm aware that when my number's called I'm the clock No need for at me momma, I'm out
And plus I wasn't really happy to start with, let that be told My old homeboy was me, and that's 3 cold I said '3', It's all intentional, 2 don't count When your own bitter and your homeboys bounce
Who the fuck is you gonna trust when road dog is schemin'? And every other corner, you're passin' a demon And now the clouds is open, I'm this families, your backbone, your friends ain't shit
Now I it when Rhonda was sayin', "Back in the days" When our homeboys left, she the only stayed For that very reason, I'm a try and give her the Found in the form of a girl, everybody's sayin'
My angel, my Bless the day that I found in the form of a girl My best friend, my good Bless the day that I found in the form of a girl
to different scriptions, they teach on God And if you ain't never met him, don't on God I'm serious about religion, just no song I'm hearin' makin' up scriptions, and playin' along
Probably sayin' I'm the hypocrit, for judgin' 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 you from head down, boy
When you're aware of your surroundings, yet you still can't Water shootin' your eyes you hear this dude And the is much louder, than the voice that you Thought was the voice of the Spirit Who changed your life, you hear it?
And the next morn', you up and the world look lighter The greener, and the sun brighter I know the feelin' first hand, I witnessed the I allowed the Lord to come in my life
And it was (Heaven, Heaven) But I'm a man, I perfect
That's a excuse, that ain't workin' I him for forgiveness, for every sin I commit Hopefully he gonna let me stay on his I'm to get to Heaven
America the Beautiful, be so cold How do you expectin' our seeds grow? When you trap us in the And show love, to the muthafuckers
While we right here starvin' at I'd cry, if I thought, that me sheddin' a might help Then again, me sheddin' tears help call up to the President, and see if he know help
Let him know you up creek yourself, we all sinners Facin' the winter, no socks, and no shoes In a position, we all gon' loose Tell the penitentiaries, we need more schools
Or what the is we gonna do? Sit around and let the pass us by? on a message from the Revrand And he ain't but man, tryin' to get to (Heaven)