Yeah... Y'know what I mean?

Sometimes I wonder if heaven got a ghetto...

Yeah... For real.

Concrete jungle, the only place a rose can grow through the cracks,

Mama's crying in the kitchen, baby brother ain't got no new kicks on his back.

They tell me education is the key, but the lock is rusted from the rain,

I'm trying to stack a little paper, but this game is driving me insane.

I see the preacher in the pulpit, talking 'bout pearly gates and gold,

While on the corner young brothers getting old, selling their souls for the cold.

They wonder why we so angry, why we quick to grab the steel?

You try to live a day in my shoes, tell me how your heart would feel.

It's kill or be killed, that's the law of the land that they gave us,

So I pray to Allah, hoping that the Almighty forgave us.

Can you see the pain in my eyes? (Eyes...)

Living life like a roll of the dice (Roll the dice...)

We're just roses trying to bloom in the concrete,

Searching for a light on this dead-end street.

Heaven, can you hear me? (Hear me...)