Black Heaven

Black heaven is a place where people like me go Up there in black heaven, black heaven Know Dr. King still preaching about togetherness But probably looking down saying it’s irrelevant Whitney Houston, she was heaven sent A song bird prolly smiling right now listening to her own words Rosa Parks so much heart, she an OG Know she smiling looking at the blacks in the front seat Bernie Mack joking right now, him and Richard Pryor Trayvon prolly looking down saying them ni**a’s wild I know who giving knowledge up there, 2Pac He looking down like what happened to this hip hop? Biggie Smalls prolly swagged out, laid back Him and Eazy talking bout how it was way back Nate Dogg prolly reminicing about the A-Trak Pimp saying prayers that Bun and Jay stay strapped Michael Jackson? He prolly maxing and relaxing Him and Marvin Gaye making a classic In black heaven I know you smiling down up there in black heaven I know you’re really proud of me up there in black heaven I know you smiling down on me in black heaven Thinking of you til the day we meet again Billie Holiday thinking about the old days Johnny Taylor making mixes with the Ojays Rodney King prolly thinking bout his old ways Thinking bout how they burned the city down bout his old case Malcolm X prolly wishing he was down here To take our hoods back from the people who ain’t from round here James Brown still holling it’s a man’s world But thinking damn all these girls taking man’s girl Know Jackie Neal talkin’ bout how people roll Know Tooki Williams still sticking to the G code Wilt probably still saying nobody broke his record Mac Dre still represent as a bay legend Know I and Bleek prolly talking bout me Them ni**a’s prolly jam with Big Stone, out the three Dj Screw looking down at the culture that he started Rest in peace Bob Marley In black heaven I know you smiling down up there in black heaven I know you’re really proud of me up there in black heaven I know you smiling down on me in black heaven Thinking of you til the day we meet again Where do my ni**a’s go to when they pass? And why do good ni**a’s never last? Some get addicted to the fast route The hand in hand, you know that cash route I pray to God that we see better days I caught a record while the record plays I’m thinking Lord don’t let em carry me See I know one day when they bury me I’ll go straight to black heaven, black heaven Yeah I go straight to black heaven, black heaven Don’t let the paranoia get to me Can’t take a trip to penitentiary I make a flip and take the summer off A half a brick? now that’s a summer salt I look to God, it’s been along road I got my braid up, like a cornrow I've been through hell, one day I’ll find my way If not then maybe I can buy my way to black heaven