Knockin' On Heaven's Door


I remember playin my guitar in the projects
(Playin’ in the PJ’s)
A productly environment
(Pour some liquor for those who passed away)
I told my mom I’ma get up out of da hood
(Mama)
My dad told me the American dream, baby
(You can be anything that you wanna be)
If I did it y’all could do it
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Mama, take these guns away from here
Mama, I can’t shoot them anymore
Cease fire
I feel a dark cloud coming over me
So poor, so dark
It feels like I’m knockin on a heaven’s door

To Biggie Smalls and Tupac
Knock, knock, knockin on a heaven’s door
(Hip hop)
To Freaky Ty and Big Heavy
(Lost boy)
Knock, knock, knockin on a heaven’s door
(Yeah)
And to the Princess Aaliyah
We’re knock, knock, knockin on a heaven’s door
To my brother Big Pun
(Terror Squad)
We’re knock, knock, knockin on a heaven’s door
Oh Lord, oh Lord

Would someone take these guns away from here
Take these guns from the street, Lord
I can’t shoot my brothers anymore
I seen a thug cry
I feel a dark cloud coming over me
(Over me)
It feels like
It feels like I’m knockin on a heaven’s door
So sing along street children

We’re knock, knock, knockin on a heaven’s door
And to my daddy that passed away
(Rest in peace)
Knock, knock, knockin on a heaven’s door
To the god, Fred Jordan, we’re
(And put the Fugees on)
Knock, knock, knockin on a heaven’s door
To my people doin time
We’re
(Locked up)
Knock, knock, knockin on a heaven’s door

Crypts and Bloods, Latin peace
Please just chill wit the violence
Though even though I know that the bad boy move in silence
I’m asking y’all please chill wit the violence
Said even though I know that the gangsters move in silence
Whoaaah
We’re knock, knock, knockin on a heaven’s door
To my people in the Twin Tower Build’
(I’ll never forget you)
We’re knock, knock, knockin on a heaven’s door
And to my soldiers in the Pentagon
We’re knock, knock, knockin on a heaven’s door
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York
Mama
To my people in the streets
I’m talkin to you now
Please put down your heat
Oh Lord
To my brothers that’s on the corner
Oh God
Aaay, get out quick or you too will be knockin on heaven’s door


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