"Where Was Heaven" lyrics

"Where Was Heaven"
(performed by Wu-Syndicate)

[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 sayin'
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
Hangin' 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 bendin' 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 nottin'
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 gettin' 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 frontin'
Or either found dead
Sound sad, incarcerated, just turned a new dad
Remembering them long ten months from slingin' 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


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