Luyện nghe bài hát Where Was Heaven

* - a different version is on The Vol. 1

This out to all my cats in the projects
Just livin it, still it
the rough times and the bad times,
the crimes, was heaven
Must be somewhere here, though, for
I seen the place
Maybe some you got when you die

An ordinary cat from projects, since I was younger though
Mom raised her children, pops a long time ago
In my mind I see flashbacks, I had no fancy
Skinny, ugly, knotty nigga crying with a snotty nose
Even though my neglect, he pay the child support
Hadn't seen him all years, I hug his ass in court
saying I'm comin to get you and I be waitin too
Holiday and birthday presents was never through
at the age 13 I started smokin weed
Hanging out cats that was older, start to run the street
out of high school selling drugs, impressin chicks
Spent most my on gear, my man was buyin whips
New York, Jamaican, Miami niggaz, Virginia quick
Cause signin only if buying, prices was high as shit
Remember when I first got hit, I seen the spit
50 cash bent in one corner bleeding where hit
My man Shawn, he held on
Slug burn through his lower back side, crack his spine his arm
Lost him twice on the hospital table and when he died I my eyes out
I couldn't take it (damn damn), but the things continued to happen
Niggaz got bust, I'm a kid with a grown man's turning corrupt
Playing innocent in of my elders
I was running with them cats that be robbing too, I tell 'em
If my name was up in any type trouble, my would tell me
Just like you into some shit go get a job or something
Just a little bum on the street, not hard for nothing
Scratch I made when I was pumpin, I'm here to somethin
Making sure the stay tight, for real I wasn't no dummy
Tell me where you getting money, I wash a car be lying
anything 'sides drugs selling, my sister seen me on the block
Transact' with fiends, be saying I'ma it
up was hell no doubt, I wonder where was heaven

(women in the background)

Shit, like yesterday, you know?
It all comes back though, but
But still on the block, but still fucked up
You Crime affiliated, Crime Syndicate
Whatever you wanna it
You know what I'm sayin? Affiliated with the bad
All the time 'cause I'm a victim of the projects

Now I'm a grown man, still like life dealt me the wrong hand
Cat's that was my man be frontin' or either dead
Sound said incarcerated turned a new Dad
Remembering them ten months from slingin crack bags
Mom put me out with the quickness, carry your ass
I'm still back to the crib, oh so you back? yeah
Ma' I just came to holler to see how you
Nothing's after all these years
hustle for some gear, smoke weed, still drink beers
I tell you from my heart, yo, I'm like yeah

(women start again)

I if heaven was a place in this planet
find me right there.

was heaven.