Heaven - Z-Ro

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Z-ro crookin' in the building

Y’all know me

But I’d like to introduce to you

A friend of mine

We go way way way way back

Rotha Vandross

So if you will, if you please

Sittin' in the courtroom, waitin' on the outcome

Prosecutor don’t want me to go back to my house hah

Right here, right now he wanna lock me

He probly wish another negro brother would’ve shot me up

And he don’t even know me

He just know what he read

But as long as Jesus didn’t write then he might be misled

Even if he knew I’m a good person he would still be giving

Innocence or guilt don’t matter

He tryin' to get a conviction

Day before yesterday I saw a child get 40 years

Time gets passed out like candy and you see your mother shed tears

Me, myself, I’m facing 2 to 20 messed up huh?

Going to trial for something I got a prescription for

No attempted murder, no aggravated assault

Never ran away from the police, didn’t have to be caught

And before I’ll beat on a woman I’ll make my exit

The quickest way to get a 5 year sentence down in Texas

I walked through straight and narrow though at times I fall off

But I have done nothing to nobody so call the dogs off

My auntie something like a doctor

She prescribed Isiah 54: 17

No weapon formed against the shall prosper

And I believe it too cause I’ve been in some tight spots

No matter what I was facin' Jesus was always in the right spot

Nah I can’t put my hands on him but I can touch him

And when he touch me back he say gangsta don’t worry 'bout nothing

'Cause you and me

And me leaving you alone can never be

Even if I’m facing an army

Ain’t no way they can harm me

I’m a stone

I gotta go through it a little while

But not for long

'Cause pretty soon I’ll be home

Then I won’t have to look for heaven in a woman no more

Baby momma, drama and fake ass friends

And jealousy and envy, it done all come to an end

'Cause finally I’m in heaven

How ya doin' mama?

I haven’t seen you in such a long time

Well mam, busy too

And DJ screw

H-A-W-K and Big Moe

And P-A-T and the whole S-U-C

When I’m asleep or I’m out on my grind

I dream of heaven, heaven

When I’m facing the worst of times

I can still feel heaven, heaven