(Chorus) 2x Dear Lord if you take me away from here Is it a project Heaven awaiting there I put my heart and my soul and my faith in there I feel like sometimes I wanna escape from here
[Hell Razah] Age of 12, he noticed all the stages of hell And at the riches wasn't worth to live his life out of jail But as a knucklehead Common on his top bunk bed Another lost sheep mislead for his daily bread Till he heard what experience said? About the dead don't return If you're mentally don't listen and learn In the beginning was the word That was spoken but it never was heard Cuz you too busy puffing bluffs on herb On the curb where they sell their cracks at and dice games Finish kilos before the night came with ice chains Plus the cops be a blue gang who know you by name We ain't nothing but a runaway slave that's off the chain Try to reach freedom riding on back of a train 17 on his own, had to hustle to eat Spoke to God every time he use to mumble and speak In his room all alone and died under the sheets Waking up being strong where he use to be weak Seen his peers fall asleep like it could of been me Now they wrestle with a lost soul and angels meet He use care about what went on his feet 24/7 days a week, catch 'em where the criminals creep He in the lab writing rhymes to a spiritual beat
As he turn up his radio He sits down and he writes another rhyme
He bow his head saying "Ghetto prayers for hood blesses" They ask the Lord a few questions Is there project inside Heaven? Will he survive for his sons wedding? And if he died will it be a lesson? May his soul go where it's destined? This ain't a role play by Charlton Heston Or John Wayne in the old western I'm Black Moses Isaac Hayes burning that Hendrix Purple haze, he heard a voice from the burning flame Telling him God got a certain name After the birth of the Virgin came Wait for the sign of the serpent's pain His 12 disciples was just like you They drew swords now they draw rifles Abraham sons turn rivals Holy Qur'an versus Holy Bibles It's the same cycles Protect my soul Archangel Michael
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Copy to Clipboard: (Chorus) 2x Dear Lord if you take me away from here Is it a project Heaven awaiting there I put my heart and my soul and my faith in there I feel like sometimes I wanna escape from here
[Hell Razah] Age of 12, he noticed all the stages of hell And at the riches wasn't worth to live his life out of jail But as a knucklehead Common on his top bunk bed Another lost sheep mislead for his daily bread Till he heard what experience said? About the dead don't return If you're mentally don't listen and learn In the beginning was the word That was spoken but it never was heard Cuz you too busy puffing bluffs on herb On the curb where they sell their cracks at and dice games Finish kilos before the night came with ice chains Plus the cops be a blue gang who know you by name We ain't nothing but a runaway slave that's off the chain Try to reach freedom riding on back of a train 17 on his own, had to hustle to eat Spoke to God every time he use to mumble and speak In his room all alone and died under the sheets Waking up being strong where he use to be weak Seen his peers fall asleep like it could of been me Now they wrestle with a lost soul and angels meet He use care about what went on his feet 24/7 days a week, catch 'em where the criminals creep He in the lab writing rhymes to a spiritual beat
As he turn up his radio He sits down and he writes another rhyme
He bow his head saying "Ghetto prayers for hood blesses" They ask the Lord a few questions Is there project inside Heaven? Will he survive for his sons wedding? And if he died will it be a lesson? May his soul go where it's destined? This ain't a role play by Charlton Heston Or John Wayne in the old western I'm Black Moses Isaac Hayes burning that Hendrix Purple haze, he heard a voice from the burning flame Telling him God got a certain name After the birth of the Virgin came Wait for the sign of the serpent's pain His 12 disciples was just like you They drew swords now they draw rifles Abraham sons turn rivals Holy Qur'an versus Holy Bibles It's the same cycles Protect my soul Archangel Michael
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