You better watch your step if you want to go to Heaven
[Chorus]
Sometimes I just wish that I could fly away
I'm strugglin' but I'm searchin' for a better day
I know I can make it
I know I can make it
Sometimes I just wish that I could fly away
I'm strugglin' but I'm searchin' for a better day
I know I can make it
I know I can make it
[Verse 1: E-40]
Uhh
When I was a boy, I had to be a man
When they told me "I couldn't", I told 'em that "I can"
It's God's plan, the way that things done panned out
I got my life off the stress, so ain't no need to pout
The choir sing and the missionaries shout
But, when that church organ plays, that's when my tears get to pourin' out
Just a kid from the soil, tryna prosper
Tired of hearing gunshots and sirens and helicopters
Grew up around killers, villains and robbers
Drug dealers, con artists and slick talkers
They say that if you got talent, you 'posed to use it
All my life, I've been around music
Played the drums in elementary, all the way through twelfth
Start rappin' in seventh grade, now I got records on the shelf
Hard work, dedication, intestinal fortitude
A real hustler out the hood, determined to be that dude
We didn't get everything in our Christmas bag that other kids had
But whatever we had, we was glad
Uhh, God is good and I'm okay with being underrated
No matter what they think about me, man I made it
[Chorus]
Sometimes I just wish that I could fly away
I'm strugglin' but I'm searchin' for a better day
I know I can make it
I know I can make it
Sometimes I just wish that I could fly away
I'm strugglin' but I'm searchin' for a better day
I know I can make it
I know I can make it
[Verse 1: E-40]
Uhh
When I was a boy, I had to be a man
When they told me "I couldn't", I told 'em that "I can"
It's God's plan, the way that things done panned out
I got my life off the stress, so ain't no need to pout
The choir sing and the missionaries shout
But, when that church organ plays, that's when my tears get to pourin' out
Just a kid from the soil, tryna prosper
Tired of hearing gunshots and sirens and helicopters
Grew up around killers, villains and robbers
Drug dealers, con artists and slick talkers
They say that if you got talent, you 'posed to use it
All my life, I've been around music
Played the drums in elementary, all the way through twelfth
Start rappin' in seventh grade, now I got records on the shelf
Hard work, dedication, intestinal fortitude
A real hustler out the hood, determined to be that dude
We didn't get everything in our Christmas bag that other kids had
But whatever we had, we was glad
Uhh, God is good and I'm okay with being underrated
No matter what they think about me, man I made it
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