Heaven or Hell (feat. Jay-M)

I don't politic take your pride and swallow it Blood money blood money tell me what a dollar get They don't like the color of our skin and that shit obvious Say it's a time and place for everything but I have no time for this Humble but I'm doing numbers like this shit is calculus Black lives matter right you know I will die for this Came from slums so the goal is to make mama rich You grew up with a pot of gold we didn't have a pot to piss Now I'm the shit listen while I levitate to lyrical Raise your kids right because they mirror you I have seen spirits taken how I can I be spiritual There's a big difference between murder and miracles Not let me make this clear to you If you're black every time you go outside I fear for you But don't let that put fear in you When you're up they cheer for you When you're down they're not near for you The same people crying for help won't shed a tear for you They chained us enslaved us Didn't birth us but tried to name us Nobody could save us If we didn't comply they tried hang us Four hundred years later that's what made us Intelligent and black shit nothing's more dangerous But it's lamar and jay m People don't believe in god then they start praying When shit goes bad and it's so sad I put him first so I can never finish last amen Is this heaven or is this hell Is this death or roses that I smell Know some niggas in the ground Know some niggas in the jail Some didn't make it home Some didn't make bail Lord knows Adam and eve apple and trees Where did it lead far from the peace Belly of the beast faith in priest Genocide of my people it's a disease When will it seize never it seems Not here to preach sell you a dream Life hundred degrees rocking a fleece I cannot breathe They put at ease trigger that squeeze All on your knees life nothing but fees How could it be land of the free I'm giving you keys you not a fiend Me and Lamar we stashing the cream I am Kareem what I'm after is som gimme da ring Who is ya king In a mood to swing remove his wings Lose your friends don't lose your way maneuvering Never I quit medulla split Writing my spit coming from days where do I sit Back of the ship people are sick Color's a myth Some days I do wonder if Is this heaven or is this hell Is this death or roses that I smell Know some niggas in the ground Know some niggas in the jail Some didn't make it home Some didn't make bail Lord knows