sins With forbidden lusts Feels like I'm here only to wither away Catch my fall Rip the pain out from my chest Show me a new heaven Lift me up from the
new heaven Lift me up from the deepest grave Catch my fall Show me that life is worth living Reality is killing me Vanity blocks my rusted veins New dawn
but man They're really comming back And i dont need to be the king of the world As long as im the hero of this little girl Heaven isnt too far away
've known for long my heart belongs to Only you There was sometime when I was doubtful Of this new love affair But now my mind is no more doubtful I found my heaven
't tell the reasons but the peace is gone... Far away sons are dying, a common new on our tv screen Brother's tearing for a land that gods are blessing
the women and died for it You make the wrong moves when you come and you try for it New York City of God I 'den saved some of New York's prettiest broads
through the most Changed my whole way of thinking, got a new approach Fly private if it ain't first class, I'm through with coach Street fam for life
and it hurts like brand new shoes (hurts like brand new shoes, hurts like brand new shoes) hurts like brand new shoes (and it hurts like brand hew shoes, hurts like brand new
then a sleazy undercover But seriously, I remember when I was 7 When rap came mysteriously and made me feel 11 It understood me, and made my ghetto heaven I understood it as the new
need to get away Turn on Jcool warm up and let it play I thank god for blessing me with life every day And to my peoples whove gone well meet at heavens
i need to get away turn on Jcool warm up and let it play i thank god for blessing me with life every day and to my peoples whove gone well meet at heavens
the wall This word is not important for me This word is not new for you It's vain for me It's necessary for you I'm drawing with black paint This
drawing with black paint A dumb word on the wall This word is not important for me This word is not new for you It's vain for me It's necessary for
What's the seravist, don't call me Communist! I'm just a bro'! Not New Jack or Joe And Freedom or Death, this means I'm going for broke It means my life
Delivery I Bet My Little Friend Will Put Em' Outta His Misery These Niggas Wanna Finish Me And Send Me To The Reverend Honostly, There's Probably Better Compitition In Heaven
all my hustlas on the corner of 7/11 Po alert on the ground and I start reppin For all the homies layin down restin up in heaven And I hope you watchin
