It's be some shit you might not understand But, you may have to rewind this shit a few Heaven, it out
I tomorrow ain't a promise That's why I live one day at a So when my turn, they'll be no crying I'm aware that when my number's I'm punchin' the clock No for screamin' at me momma, I'm out
And plus I wasn't really happy to start with, let that be told My old homeboy was robbin' me, and 3 cold I said '3', all intentional, 'cause 2 don't count your own bloods 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 different And now the clouds is open, I'm rememberin' 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 ones For that very reason, I'm a try and her the world Found Heaven in the form of a girl, everybody's
My angel, my Bless the day that I found Heaven in the form of a My friend, my good time Bless the day that I found Heaven in the of a girl
to different scriptions, they teach on God And if you ain't never met him, speak on God I'm about religion, just ain't no song I'm hearin' niggas up scriptions, and playin' along
Probably sayin' I'm the hypocrit, for judgin' folks But you can tell he ain't a Christian, by the way he spoke I for everbody, hopin' that they hear that voice The one paralyzes you from head down, boy
you're aware of your surroundings, yet you still can't move Water shootin' outta your eyes you this dude And the is much louder, than the voice that you Thought was the voice of the Spirit Who changed life, when you hear it?
And the morn', you wake up and the world look lighter The grass greener, and the sun I know the feelin' hand, I witnessed the sights I allowed the Lord to come in my life
And it was (Heaven, Heaven) But I'm a man, I ain't
a poor excuse, that ain't workin' I asked him for forgiveness, for every sin I Hopefully he let me stay on his list I'm to get to Heaven
America the Beautiful, don't be so How do you expectin' our gonna grow? you trap us in the ghetto And show love, to the muthafuckers
While we right starvin' at home I'd cry, if I thought, me sheddin' a tear might help Then again, me sheddin' tears don't call up to the President, and see if he know help
Let him you up shit creek yourself, we all sinners the winter, with no socks, and no shoes In a position, where we all gon' Tell the penitentiaries, we gonna need schools
Or the fuck is we gonna do? Sit around and let the world us by? Waitin' on a message the Revrand And he ain't but another man, to get to (Heaven)