Intro:. 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 niggaz 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. Verse 1:. 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 a snotty nose. Even though my father neglect he pay 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 wid cats that was older start to run the street. Dropped outta high school selling drugs impressing chics. Spent most my cheddar on gear. My man was buying whips. New York Jamaican Miami niggaz. Flooded Virginia quick. Cause signing work only if buying. pressure was high as shit. 'Member when I first got hit. I seen the iron spit. 50 cash bend in one corner bleeding where pellet hit. My man Shawnny Hill doing 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. Niggaz got bust. I'm a kid with a grown man's mind turning corrupt. Playing innocent infront of my elders. I was running with them cats that be robbing to awkward (man tell 'em). 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'm here to offer something. Making sure the crib stay tight. For real I weren't no dummy. Simmy where you gettin' this money. I wash a car 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. (women singing in the background). 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. Verse 2:. 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 said incarcerated just turned a new dad. Remembering them long ten months from slengin'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 here. Ma I jut came to holler to 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. (women start singing again). I wonder if heaven has a place on this planet. I'd find it right there.. Just a kid though. All I wanna roll wid