Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heaven on Earth, artist - SA-ROC. Album song Gift of the Magi, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Sol Messiah
Song language: English
Heaven on Earth |
Early morning with the curtains drawn |
Swore I’d try and come up with the perfect joint to get subversive on. |
But my emotions keep floating to the surface, so imma keep the text plain, |
leave the next one to get cursive on. |
It gets harder to breathe when I can’t |
clear the air. |
And much harder to grieve when I’m concealing tears |
But you don’t wanna see me let it all go, cuz we’d be drowning in an ocean full |
of sorrow with no swimming gear |
So I soldier up and hope to god I hold it in |
Cuz babies growing up in battle zones-Ho Chi Minh |
And churches won’t protect me less I confess holy sin. |
But whole world |
crucifying me Cuz I’m born inside this holy skin |
And ain’t shit changed since the shift changed |
Jim Crow just gentrified and they retrofit hangings |
Blame the attacks on black on black to justify their actions, while mamas left |
to cry in vain. |
But… |
It’ll all be over (2x) |
And we won’t have to cry no more (2x) |
Dear god we ain’t praying no more |
We’ve become the prey these predators waiting for |
They say love’s the answer but I don’t think they mean it |
Cuz they only quoting King when the homies is getting heated up. |
Pressure cooker firing up the streets out here |
I guess you could say the sour outweigh the sweet this year. |
And we only got a |
taste, we just trying to get a place at the table so the family can eat their |
share |
Got the White collar criminals minimally secured. |
While the black dollar’s |
literally hemorrhaging from the poor. |
And America sees me as a threat second |
guess me, cuz the press likes to muddy my image in their reports |
But u sweep your horrors under the rug. |
And call us terrorists for commenting |
on the blood |
This revolution won’t be televised-I pulled the plug. |
now your paradise is face |
to face with the hell it caused |
It’ll all be over (2x) |
And we won’t have to cry no more (2x) |
I’m not your yes man, I’m not your modern slave |
I’m just the voice of resistance call me renegade |
I got 300 years of anger running thru my veins, u wonder why my rage has |
runneth over on the center stage? |
Melanin rich but esteem below the poverty line |
Got royalty on the team but their MasterCard declined |
So tribal lines getting drawn because of dollar signs. |
And tired eyes can’t see |
the forest for the fallen pines |
So we lick a shot, pay the toll for it, sticker shock |
Throw them bands for a fleet of foreigns and some liquor shots. |
System got us |
all twisted with no pot to piss in |
Fame the new religion, what u gon believe in when them pictures stop? |
So When the smoke clears and the mirror reflects back |
What u see in front of you and do u respect that? |
We gon be alright that’s 100% fact |
That’s on everything I love-100% black |
It’ll all be over (2x) |
And we won’t have to cry no more (2x) |