Lord its a constant struggle down here
Especially when all you know how to do is hustle down here
Lord its a miracle I’m still breathin down here
Lord its a battle field down here
Lord its easy to get killed down here
So I keep my family here down here
And keep my bullet proof vest on thank u lord for makin teflon down here
Cuz da ghetto has a way of manipulatin the children trickin them to believin that life has no meanin down here
Down here
Lord if you see my grandmother up there
Tell her I know she’s dissappointed 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 costs I gotta protect and feed these babies and lately its been hell keepin my black ass from comin up there
So Im thankful everday and pray my enemies dont roll down on me and send me kickin and screamin up there
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
to my peoples trynna make it from down here
To my peoples who done made it up there
To my peoples trynna make it to up there
From down hereeee
(Thanks to Deneea for these lyrics)