Luyện nghe bài hát Where Was Heaven

* - a different version is on The Vol. 1

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

An ordinary cat outer projects, since I was younger though
Mom raised her children, pops dipped a long ago
In my mind I see flashbacks, I had no fancy
Skinny, ugly, knotty head nigga crying a snotty nose
Even though my father neglect, he pay the child
Hadn't him all these years, I hug his ass in court
Always saying I'm comin to get you and I be too
Holiday and birthday presents was never comin
Remember at the age 13 I started weed
Hanging out with cats that was older, to run the street
Dropped out of high school selling drugs, impressin
Spent most my cheddar on gear, my man was whips
New York, Jamaican, Miami niggaz, flooded quick
Cause signin work only if buying, prices was high as
Remember when I first got hit, I seen the spit
50 cash bent in one corner bleeding pellet hit
My man Shawn, he on strong
burn through his lower back side, crack his spine exit his arm
Lost him twice on the hospital and when he died I cried my eyes out
I couldn't take it (damn damn), but the same continued to happen
Niggaz got bust, I'm a kid with a grown man's turning corrupt
Playing innocent in front of my
I was running with them cats that be too, I couldn't tell 'em
If my name was up in any trouble, my moms would tell me
Just like you brothers into some shit go get a job or
Just a little bum on the street, not working hard for
Scratch I when I was pumpin, I'm here to offer somethin
Making sure the crib stay tight, for real I wasn't no
me where you getting this money, I wash a car be lying
Saying anything 'sides selling, my sister seen me on the block
with fiends, be saying I'ma tell it
Growing up was no doubt, I wonder where was heaven

(women in the background)

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

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

(women singing again)

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

was heaven.