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