[Intro]
(Oh lord, lord, lord) Once, lightning strike, it got caught in my bottle
(Dear God) And I said, ‘What do I now do with all this power?
(This power) What do I do with this, platform?’
(Ohh) And they just said this, ‘Time is what it’s about’
That’s all I got, is time, I don’t own nothing else

[Verse]
Preacher talking on the bull pit
All the congregation knowing that this is some bullshit
From the church to the liquor store
Headed to my front door, momma cooked me gumbo
As I turn on the tel-i-video, all the propaganda from the medi-o
It’s a shame that I can’t see who the hell is watching me, my celly or my TV

[Pre-Chorus]
I wonder about life sometimes, coming from the ghetto
Is this a case of black on brown brothеrs in a battle
If you’re living on the block town, thеn it’s steady like a rock town
I heard the cage bird sing and the D’s phone ring all my niggas

[Chorus]
('Cause be Heaven or Hell)
Black baby born on the kitchen floor, eating out the back door, running from the white law
(Heaven or Hell)
Dope fiend momma with a silver spoon, baby watching cartoons, van room full of fumes
('Cause be Heaven or Hell)
Poor people on the front page and the headline read ‘Ghetto in an outrage’
(Heaven or Hell)
See the smog in the sunshine and then day to night smell the waste from the pipeline
(Heaven or Hell)
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