Artists: Mr. Serv-On, Master P, & Silkk



Lord, have mercy (try to sleep) Heaven is so close

(But with all this bloodshed and letdowns)

When you born and die and live in the ghetto

(Just won't let me sleep, but it's one thing)

Heaven is so close (that's gotta smile on my face)

When you born and die

(Now I know heaven is so close, so close)

And live in the ghetto (just listen to me)



[Mr. Serv-On]

If murder is hereditary, then dyin young is my destiny

Fuck doin time for felonies, the hell for what ya tellin me

It's what I'm seein, believin it's a better side

All I'm seein is my genocide, suicidal thoughts

Brought my mamma broken hearts

I threw a jack at niggaz, and drinkin liquor

To help me see God quicker

All it did was have me mad to hear my daughter call me Mr.

Her mamma shoulda taught her better

Now I'm writin Dear God letters

Askin how my cousin went from makin hella Gs through the years

To doin $30 hits and alcoholic tears

Fears from these streets scared me

I decided a long time ago, to let the Lord guide me

Through this optimism, kids dyin, I don't know

I guess I miss em, like lil James Darby

And Lil Mann out the projects

Never got to see they happy years, all they felt

Was the blast from a lost tear, and last year

The nation felt shame, but only they mothers felt the pain

To hear the Lord call they name

This game has got me feelin like I'm losin all my sanity

At times I think the world is blamin me

But I ain't lettin em get me down

I'm keepin my head up cause I know I got a dosage

Heaven is so close



Chorus (2X): Heaven is so close

(Now I lay me down to sleep)

When you born and die and live in the ghetto

(I pray the Lord my soul to keep)

Heaven is so close

(And if I should die before I wake)

When you live and die and live in the ghetto

(I pray the Lord my soul to take)



[Master P]

Bill Clinton, you gon feel me

Takin welfare from ghetto children

That's why every hood infected and lookin blurry

I mean every homie I know in the dope game

We sell it, but who make cocaine?

Artificial contaminated

My little homie lost his life for rims that was gold plated

211 ain't nothin but robbery

187 ain't nothin but a hobby

In the ghetto, death is like a ??? cheese

I mean yo best friend turn into yo enemy

Lord knows, I don't wanna die young

Earth is hell, heaven is eternal sun

Bury me a G, fuck dyin poor

The hood got me trapped, I'm a victim of this ghetto

Mouth full of cooked rocks, standin on the block

100 Gs, two keys, runnin from crooked cops

I done seen little kids lose they life

I done seen niggaz mammas smoke the pipe

I done grew up with killas, my brother died a drug dealer

Like Spice 1 say, even young niggaz

Die in the ghetto

You never know when it's yo time, or my time to go



Chorus (2X) Silkk- Man, whattup dawg, I found out

None of us can cheat death

No point in ?fakin it out?

See, I was born hustlin

Ain't no way for us out here

In the streets to get off

But, uh, judgement comes for all of us

And when it's yo time to go

Can you go clear conscience?

[Silkk]

See they often told me heaven was close

But I think it's even closer, look

It ain't no fun to have yo name on wanted posters, look

See I ain't got time for bitches

I keep my hand on my 9, and keep my mind on my riches

It's a everyday struggle, everyday hustle

Tryin to make bank

I went to jail for a couple of months

And I had some time to think

See I really can't take it

Everybody changed up at the last minute to go to heaven

They ain't gon make it

The government ain't got no love for none of us

God, you gotta understand, just think if you was one of us

I be forever ballin in my sleep

Be countin, thinkin, of ways to get out, it's just too deep

I seen so many things and wonder, "Why me?"

I pray to God let my mom die before I

She pray to God, "Don't let my son die before me"

And I wonder, if it's low

They say heaven is a million miles away

But to Silkk it seem so close



[Master P and Mr. Serv-On]

Heaven is so close when you born and die and live in the ghetto

Heaven is so close when you born and die and live in the ghetto

(yeah, you know what I'm sayin?)

This goes out to all my dead homies out there

(I know how it is up there, you know what I'm sayin?)

You see what I'm sayin? (no red or blue, no black or white

we all the same up there, fool) Sometimes they point the finger

at us ghetto people (you know this go out to all my little dead

homies out there) Mr. Serv-On, Master P, Silkk the Shocker

(P brother, Kevin Miller, slugged up) It ain't changed

(You know lil Reg, Joshua Carter) Everybody need life insurance

(Howard little brother, you know what I'm sayin? mistakes happen)

You never know when it's gon be yo time to go

(you know what I'm sayin, nigga, we with you)

Cause if you live in the ghetto

(And my cousin Randall, nigga, I'm gon always see you nigga)

It's like you one step away from heaven



(whether I'm dead or alive, my homie D. Fuller, nigga

my homie Mouse, you know what I'm sayin, no matter how you went fool

you still got love from me,it's gon be like to everybody

that done lost somebody, whether it's your mother, your uncle

your sister, your brother, your child, it doesn't matter

you know what I'm sayin, they all up there, it's gon be one big party

with tangaray and hennesy and pineapple juice, they even get up like

that up there, you know, so y'all take it easy out there

for No Limit, T-R-U, fool, Heaven, Heaven)



Chorus to fade