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 bullet proof vest on
Thank you lord for making teflon, down here
Cause the ghetto has a way of manipulating the children
Trickin them into believing that life has no meaning, down heredown here
Lord if you see my grandmother, up there
Tell her I know she's disappointed in me
She hates to see me in and out of jail
Well 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 home
Cause I gotta protect and feed these babies
Lately it's been hell keepin my black ass from comin, up there
So I'm thankful everyday
And pray my enemies don't roll down on me
And send me kickin and screamin, up there
Up there, oooh

To my people tryna make it, down here
To my people who done made it, up there
To my people tryna make it to, up there
from down here