Lord, have mercy (try to sleep) Heaven is so close
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(But with all this bloodshed and letdowns)
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When you born and die and live in the ghetto
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(Just won't let me sleep, but it's one thing)
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Heaven is so close (that's gotta smile on my face)
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When you born and die
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(Now I know heaven is so close, so close)
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And live in the ghetto (just listen to me)
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[Mr. Serv-On]
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If murder is hereditary, then dyin young is my destiny
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Fuck doin time for felonies, the hell for what ya tellin me
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It's what I'm seein, believin it's a better side
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All I'm seein is my genocide, suicidal thoughts
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Brought my mamma broken hearts
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I threw a jack at niggaz, and drinkin liquor
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To help me see God quicker
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All it did was have me mad to hear my daughter call me Mr.
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Her mamma shoulda taught her better
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Now I'm writin Dear God letters
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Askin how my cousin went from makin hella Gs through the years
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To doin $30 hits and alcoholic tears
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Fears from these streets scared me
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I decided a long time ago, to let the Lord guide me
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Through this optimism, kids dyin, I don't know
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I guess I miss em, like lil James Darby
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And Lil Mann out the projects
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Never got to see they happy years, all they felt
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Was the blast from a lost tear, and last year
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The nation felt shame, but only they mothers felt the pain
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To hear the Lord call they name
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This game has got me feelin like I'm losin all my sanity
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At times I think the world is blamin me
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But I ain't lettin em get me down
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I'm keepin my head up cause I know I got a dosage
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Heaven is so close
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Chorus (2X): Heaven is so close
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(Now I lay me down to sleep)
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When you born and die and live in the ghetto
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(I pray the Lord my soul to keep)
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Heaven is so close
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(And if I should die before I wake)
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When you live and die and live in the ghetto
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(I pray the Lord my soul to take)
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[Master P]
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Bill Clinton, you gon feel me
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Takin welfare from ghetto children
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That's why every hood infected and lookin blurry
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I mean every homie I know in the dope game
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We sell it, but who make cocaine?
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Artificial contaminated
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My little homie lost his life for rims that was gold plated
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211 ain't nothin but robbery
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187 ain't nothin but a hobby
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In the ghetto, death is like a ??? cheese
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I mean yo best friend turn into yo enemy
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Lord knows, I don't wanna die young
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Earth is hell, heaven is eternal sun
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Bury me a G, fuck dyin poor
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The hood got me trapped, I'm a victim of this ghetto
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Mouth full of cooked rocks, standin on the block
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100 Gs, two keys, runnin from crooked cops
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I done seen little kids lose they life
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I done seen niggaz mammas smoke the pipe
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I done grew up with killas, my brother died a drug dealer
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Like Spice 1 say, even young niggaz
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Die in the ghetto
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You never know when it's yo time, or my time to go
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Chorus (2X) Silkk- Man, whattup dawg, I found out
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None of us can cheat death
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No point in ?fakin it out?
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See, I was born hustlin
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Ain't no way for us out here
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In the streets to get off
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But, uh, judgement comes for all of us
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And when it's yo time to go
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Can you go clear conscience?
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[Silkk]
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See they often told me heaven was close
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But I think it's even closer, look
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It ain't no fun to have yo name on wanted posters, look
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See I ain't got time for bitches
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I keep my hand on my 9, and keep my mind on my riches
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It's a everyday struggle, everyday hustle
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Tryin to make bank
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I went to jail for a couple of months
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And I had some time to think
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See I really can't take it
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Everybody changed up at the last minute to go to heaven
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They ain't gon make it
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The government ain't got no love for none of us
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God, you gotta understand, just think if you was one of us
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I be forever ballin in my sleep
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Be countin, thinkin, of ways to get out, it's just too deep
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I seen so many things and wonder, "Why me?"
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I pray to God let my mom die before I
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She pray to God, "Don't let my son die before me"
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And I wonder, if it's low
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