Lord, its a constant struggle (down here) Specially when all you know how to do is hustle (down here) Lord, its a miracle - Im still breathing (down here) Lord, its a battefield (down here) Lord, its easy to get killed (down here) So I keep my family near me (down here) And keep my bulletproof vest on Thank you, Lord, for making teflon (down here) Cause the ghetto has a way of manipulating the children Tricking them into believing that life has no meaning Down here, down here Lord, if you see my grandmother (up there) Tell her I know shes disappointed in me Hates to see me in and out of jail But tell her life aint as heavenly here as it is (up there) I know its probably lovely (up there) But tell her I aint in no rush to get (up there) So I keep my pistols off safety At all cost I got to protect and feed these babies Lately, its been hell Keeping my black ass from coming (up there) So Im thankful everyday And pray my enemies, dont roll down on me And send me kicking and screaming (up there) Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, yeah, ohhhhh, ooo, ohhh, hmmmmmmm To my peoples trying to make it from (down here) To my peoples who done made it (up there) To my peoples trying to make it too (up there) From down here
Posted on: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 06:46:40 +0000
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