| Dear Lord if you take me away from here
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| Is it a project Heaven awaiting there
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| I put my heart and my soul and my faith in there
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| I feel like sometimes I wanna escape from here
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| Age of 12, he noticed all the stages of hell
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| And at the riches wasn’t worth to live his life out of jail
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| But as a knucklehead Common on his top bunk bed
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| Another lost sheep mislead for his daily bread
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| Till he heard what experience said?
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| About the dead don’t return
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| If you’re mentally don’t listen and learn
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| In the beginning was the word
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| That was spoken but it never was heard
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| Cuz you too busy puffing bluffs on herb
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| On the curb where they sell their cracks at and dice games
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| Finish kilos before the night came with ice chains
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| Plus the cops be a blue gang who know you by name
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| We ain’t nothing but a runaway slave that’s off the chain
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| Try to reach freedom riding on back of a train
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| 17 on his own, had to hustle to eat
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| Spoke to God every time he use to mumble and speak
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| In his room all alone and died under the sheets
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| Waking up being strong where he use to be weak
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| Seen his peers fall asleep like it could of been me
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| Now they wrestle with a lost soul and angels meet
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| He use care about what went on his feet
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| 24/7 days a week, catch 'em where the criminals creep
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| He in the lab writing rhymes to a spiritual beat
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| As he turn up his radio
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| He sits down and he writes another rhyme
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| He bow his head saying
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| «Ghetto prayers for hood blesses»
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| They ask the Lord a few questions
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| Is there project inside Heaven?
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| Will he survive for his sons wedding?
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| And if he died will it be a lesson?
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| May his soul go where it’s destined?
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| This ain’t a role play by Charlton Heston
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| Or John Wayne in the old western
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| I’m Black Moses Isaac Hayes burning that Hendrix
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| Purple haze, he heard a voice from the burning flame
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| Telling him God got a certain name
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| After the birth of the Virgin came
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| Wait for the sign of the serpent’s pain
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| His 12 disciples was just like you
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| They drew swords now they draw rifles
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| Abraham sons turn rivals
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| Holy Qur’an versus Holy Bibles
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| It’s the same cycles
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| Protect my soul Archangel Michael |