Текст и слова песни Lyfe – Down Here Up There
Lord, it's a constant struggle (down here)Specially when all you know how to do is hustle (down here)Lord, it's a miracle I'm still breathing (down here)Lord, it's a battlefield (down here)Lord, it's easy to get killed (down here)So I keep my family near me (down here)And keep my bulletproof vest onThank you, Lord, for making teflon (down here)Cause the ghetto has a way of manipulating the childrenTricking them into believing that life has no meaningDown Here, Down HereLord, if you see my grandmother (up there)Tell her I know she's disappointed in meHates to see me in and out of jailBut tell her life ain't as heavenly here as it is (up there)I know it's probably lovely (up there)But tell her I ain't in no rush to get (up there)So I keep my pistols off safetyAt all cost I got to protect and feed these babiesLately it's been hellKeeping my black ass from coming (up there)So I'm thankful everydayAnd pray my enemies, don't roll down on meAnd send me kicking and screaming (up there)ohhhhh ohhhhhh yeah ohhhhh ooo ohhh hmmmmmmm To my peoples trying to make it from (down here)To my peoples who done made it (up there)To my peoples trying to make it to (up there)From (down here)
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