Where Was Heaven
(专辑: RZA Presents Wu-Tang Killa Bees: The Swarm, Vol. 1 - 1998)
[Myalansky:] Shit, sometimes man I
just Get stressed out I
be like damn yo I
wanna go over here and smack a
nigga up You know what I'm saying Crime Syndicate shit though niggas know us Know what I'm saying my peeps put me on For real ... shit's fucked up yo You know what I'm saying religion's all good But where was heaven? Yo An ordinary cat from outta projects Since I
was younger though Mom raised her children Pops dipped a
long time ago In my mind I
see flashbacks I
had no fancy clothes Skinny, ugly, notty head nigga crying with snotty nose Even though my father neglect he paid the
child support Hadn't seen him all these years, I
hug his ass in court Always saying I'm coming to get you, and I
be waiting to Holiday and birthday presents was never coming through 'Member at the
age 13, I
started smoking weed Hanging out wit cats that was older, I
start to run the
street Dropped outta high school, selling drugs, impressing chics Spent most my cheddar on gear My mans was buying whips New York, Jamaican, Miami niggas Flooded Virginia quick Co-signing work, only if buying Prices was high as shit 'Member when I
first got hit I
seen the
iron spit 50 cats bending one corner, bleeding where pellet hit My man Shawn, he held on strong Slug burnt through his lower back side Cracked his spine, exit his arm Lost him twice on the
hospital table And when he died, I
cried my eyes out I
couldn't take it (damn damn) But the
same things continued to happen Niggas got bust I'm a
kid with a
grown man's mind turning corrupt Playing innocent in front of my elders I
was running with them cats that be robbing too I
couldn't tell her If my name was up in any type trouble My moms would tell me Just like you brothers, into some shit, go get a
job or something Just a
little bum on the
street Not working hard for notting Scratch I
made whenever pumping I
hit her off wit' something Making sure the
crib stay tight For real I
weren't no dummy Timmy where you getting this money By washin cars, be lying Saying anything 'sides drugs selling My sister seen me on the
block Transact with fiends, saying I'ma tell it Growing up was hell no doubt I
wonder where was heaven For real though Always look for that place call heaven It's never there I
seen my man's an' 'em gets.. just get blasted On the
block Know what I'm saying? I
go in the
crib I
got stains all over my shirt Know what I'm saying? And my mom's knew the
type of shit I
was going through Cause I
was a
project kid Now I'm a
grown man Still it's like life dealt me the
wrong hand Cat's that was my man be fronting Or either found dead Sound sad, incarcerated, just turned a
new dad Remembering them long ten months from slinging crack bags Mom put me out with the
quickness Carry your black ass I'm still coming back to the
crib Oh so you back? Yeah Ma, I
just came to holler at you, see how you doing Nothing's changed after all these years Still hustle for some gear Smoke weed, still drink beers I
tell you from my heart Yo, times I'm like yeah I
wonder if heaven has a
place on this planet You'd find me right there Just a
kid though All I
wanna roll wit