Dear Lord - Hell Razah

Dear Lord if you take me away from here

Is it a project Heaven awaiting there

I put my heart and my soul and my faith in there

I feel like sometimes I wanna escape from here

Age of 12, he noticed all the stages of hell

And at the riches wasn’t worth to live his life out of jail

But as a knucklehead Common on his top bunk bed

Another lost sheep mislead for his daily bread

Till he heard what experience said?

About the dead don’t return

If you’re mentally don’t listen and learn

In the beginning was the word

That was spoken but it never was heard

Cuz you too busy puffing bluffs on herb

On the curb where they sell their cracks at and dice games

Finish kilos before the night came with ice chains

Plus the cops be a blue gang who know you by name

We ain’t nothing but a runaway slave that’s off the chain

Try to reach freedom riding on back of a train

17 on his own, had to hustle to eat

Spoke to God every time he use to mumble and speak

In his room all alone and died under the sheets

Waking up being strong where he use to be weak

Seen his peers fall asleep like it could of been me

Now they wrestle with a lost soul and angels meet

He use care about what went on his feet

24/7 days a week, catch 'em where the criminals creep

He in the lab writing rhymes to a spiritual beat

As he turn up his radio

He sits down and he writes another rhyme

He bow his head saying

«Ghetto prayers for hood blesses»

They ask the Lord a few questions

Is there project inside Heaven?

Will he survive for his sons wedding?

And if he died will it be a lesson?

May his soul go where it’s destined?

This ain’t a role play by Charlton Heston

Or John Wayne in the old western

I’m Black Moses Isaac Hayes burning that Hendrix

Purple haze, he heard a voice from the burning flame

Telling him God got a certain name

After the birth of the Virgin came

Wait for the sign of the serpent’s pain

His 12 disciples was just like you

They drew swords now they draw rifles

Abraham sons turn rivals

Holy Qur’an versus Holy Bibles

It’s the same cycles

Protect my soul Archangel Michael