Lamar4ever & Jerry Dodrill - Heaven or Hell (feat. Jay-M)

I don't politic take your pride and swallow it
Blood money blood money tell me what a dollar get
They don't like the color of our skin and that shit obvious
Say it's a time and place for everything but I have no time for this
Humble but I'm doing numbers like this shit is calculus
Black lives matter right you know I will die for this
Came from slums so the goal is to make mama rich
You grew up with a pot of gold we didn't have a pot to piss
Now I'm the shit listen while I levitate to lyrical
Raise your kids right because they mirror you
I have seen spirits taken how I can I be spiritual
There's a big difference between murder and miracles
Not let me make this clear to you
If you're black every time you go outside I fear for you
But don't let that put fear in you
When you're up they cheer for you
When you're down they're not near for you
The same people crying for help won't shed a tear for you
They chained us enslaved us
Didn't birth us but tried to name us
Nobody could save us
If we didn't comply they tried hang us
Four hundred years later that's what made us
Intelligent and black shit nothing's more dangerous
But it's lamar and jay m
People don't believe in god then they start praying
When shit goes bad and it's so sad
I put him first so I can never finish last amen
Is this heaven or is this hell
Is this death or roses that I smell
Know some niggas in the ground
Know some niggas in the jail
Some didn't make it home
Some didn't make bail
Lord knows
Adam and eve apple and trees
Where did it lead far from the peace
Belly of the beast faith in priest
Genocide of my people it's a disease
When will it seize never it seems
Not here to preach sell you a dream
Life hundred degrees rocking a fleece I cannot breathe
They put at ease trigger that squeeze
All on your knees life nothing but fees
How could it be land of the free
I'm giving you keys you not a fiend
Me and Lamar we stashing the cream
I am Kareem what I'm after is
som gimme da ring
Who is ya king
In a mood to swing remove his wings
Lose your friends don't lose your way
maneuvering
Never I quit medulla split
Writing my spit coming from days
where do I sit
Back of the ship people are sick
Color's a myth
Some days I do wonder if
Is this heaven or is this hell
Is this death or roses that I smell
Know some niggas in the ground
Know some niggas in the jail
Some didn't make it home
Some didn't make bail
Lord knows

Written by:
Joel Broadnax, Steve Muir

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