Lord its a constant struggle down here Especially when all you know how to do is hustle down here Lord its a miracle I'm still breathin down here Lord its a battle field down here Lord its easy to get killed down here So I keep my family here down here And keep my bullet proof vest on thank u lord for makin teflon down here Cuz da ghetto has a way of manipulatin the children trickin them to believin that life has no meanin down here Down here Lord if you see my grandmother up there Tell her I know she's dissappointed in me hates to see me in and out of jail But tell her life aint as heavenly here as it is up there I know its probably lovely up there But tell her I aint in no rush to get up there So I keep my pistols off safety at all costs I gotta protect and feed these babies and lately its been hell keepin my black ass from comin up there So Im thankful everday and pray my enemies dont roll down on me and send me kickin and screamin up there ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh to my peoples trynna make it from down here To my peoples who done made it up there To my peoples trynna make it to up there From down hereeee