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(If Heaven was a mile away)
Would I pack up my bags and leave this world behind?
(If Heaven was a mile away)
Or save it all for you?
(If Heaven was a mile away)
Would I, fill the tank up with gas and be out the front door in a FLASH
Before reconsidering, this Hell with you
It aint you its the things you do (do)
Its tearing my heart in two
I would of fell with you
To Hell with you
If Heaven was a mile away
And you could ride by the gates
Would you try to run inside when it opens would you try to die today?
Would you pray louder finally believing His power?
Even if you couldnt see, but you could feel would you still doubt him?
How would you start acting?
Would you try to put the kis down?
Thinking every drug sell that you make in the streets He can see now
Would a fiend even want to get high, would he stop smoking?
If he knew on his own two feet he could just stroll in
To get away and escape from the craziness
And I bet you theres a Heaven for an atheist
Its hard taking this
Racist planet where they take another brother in a handcuff
Even if he innocent nigga get on the car put your motherfucking hands up
Thinking Im a lose it
My moms in chemo
Three times a week, yo keep trying but people
Is hard and God your young soldiers not so bold
But needs you
This worlds my home but world I would leave
Nigga what you think Ima stop building
Ima stop feeling like Im Amistads great great grandchildren
How Im not gonna want to make millions
Since the quarter water days in the hallways making fake coke
Pass with the Reeses Pieces wrapper in my mouth all day
But then my style has quite a while that same type as Ill and Al Skratch
Game time to them cats never looked back Cristal blowing dub sacks
Thats when it all just hit me
You see the broads and Bentleys is nothing less my nigga spend it all with me
Id give it all away quickly
Just to hear them all Id buy some new kicks free of any autographs so
not to be recognized forgive me
Its becoming unbearable
Making hits is easy
Put a famous bitch on the hook there you go with a platinum CD
I know you heard the noise
Preachers touching on altar boys
Sodomizing not realizing God is watching before the Lord
How can they do the devils work?
A man giving another man head in church
Hell it hurts just to fathom the thought wishing that I fled the Earth.
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