[Lord it ＇ s a constant struggle

Down here

Especially 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 on

Thank you lord for makin ＇ Teflon

Down here

Cause the ghetto has a way of manipulating children

Tricking them into believing that life has no meaning

Down here down here

Lord if you see my grandmother

Up there

Tell her I know she ＇ s disappointed in me

Hates to see me in and out of jail

But 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 safety at all cost

Cause I gotta protect and feed these babies

And lately it ＇ s been hell keepin ＇ my black ass from coming

Up there

So I ＇ m thankful everyday and pray my enemies

Don ＇ t roll down on me and send me kicking and screaming

Up there

To my peoples try ＇ na make it

From down here

To my peoples who done made it

Up there

To my peoples try ＇ na make it

To up there from down here ]