Heaven Knows by Sevin
Heaven Knows by Sevin

Heaven Knows

Sevin * Track #3 On Feel Me

Heaven Knows Lyrics

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Told ya'll it was like therapy
I'm bout ta prove it
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[Verse 1: Sevin]
Once again
I make love to my pen hoping to birth a career
Prayin' the game don't avoid it
Cuz my purpose is clear
I can't lie
Plenty of nights I hit the curb just to smoke
To hopefully escape the agony
Where murder's provoked
Satan tells me "quit rappin, Start servin up coke"
And the meals fed by the media ain't nourishing hope
I grab my word and find a place to start reading and cope
It says wealth's not the concern
But it hurts to be broke
Heavenly Father please
I'll scar my knees til ya pardon me
Life is as dark as the night and it's hard to see
And I don't know why being right is so hard for me
It's like the only thing in the world I like is my artistry
How can I minister life when my own heart don't beat?
What can they offer me Lord
When you can part the sea?
And what my people settle for and what we fought to be
Look what they did to Dr. King
I'm knowin they gon' martyr me
And since I can't beat death, I just embrace it
Hopin' that your name is on my breath when I face it
I look at your disciples, one suffered exile eleven were killed
When I'm gone, I want the world knowin' Sevin was real
Cause all I have is this exceptional skill
Tryin to reserve my soul a little peace of heaven to feel
So I bathe in the blood that you bled on the hill
They swore I wouldn't soar
But you said that I will

[Hook: Sevin]
And Heaven knows
Tears pour whenever Sevin flows
Instead of settin' goals
We've chosen this heavy load
So we stroll heavily blowed down this deadly road
It's hard to let the weapons go
Lord we know death is close
Heaven knows
Tears pour whenever Sevin flows
Instead of settin' goals
We've chosen this heavy load
So we stroll heavily blowed down this deadly road
And lord we know death is close

[Verse 2: Sevin]
Everyday I gotta question the odds
Do I quit gambling?
Start stepping with God?
My job's to ensure
That whatever I've confessed is applied
And it's harder than it sounds
When you're down to flip pounds and spit rounds
And now the currency's nowhere to be found
I used to think it was nothin' major for me to rob wit a .9
Never realized the soul tie until I tried to resign
And the homies understand
I'm still a man
And just as real as before
But a wise man can't conceal what he know
So I feed 'em as it comes
But we still stuck in these hedonistic slums
Prostitution, murdering
And curb serving evil as a realistic punch
We hopin we don't pass it to our sons
But it always trickles down
I'm starting to wonder if my bloodline has been cursed
Cuz the fact that I grew up dyin since birth makes it worse
I've never seen a limo unless it's following a hearse
Another brother layin hollow in the church
The eulogy was nice
But it was fabricated mostly
I knew homie closely
All he ever wanted to be was OG
Kept a full 40
Moved coke by the o.z
I tried to get 'em holy
He ignored me
He died in a shootout over principle
I wonder how two dollars
Escalated into hollows in his ventricles
Now we shed tears cause we all know the truth
Another with so much potential
Who was robbed from his youth

[Hook: Sevin]
And Heaven knows
Tears pour whenever Sevin flows
Instead of settin' goals
We've chosen this heavy load
So we stroll heavily blowed down this deadly road
It's hard to let the weapons go
Cuz Lord we know death is close
Heaven knows
Tears pour whenever Sevin flows
Instead of settin' goals
We've chosen this heavy load
So we stroll heavily blowed down this deadly road
And Lord we know death is close

[Verse 3: Sevin]
And I still remember being sixteen
With a dream to get green and overcapacitate my pockets
Til the split seams
From the gutter
We've ducked for cover when clips gleam through the dark
They say march on the mark like it's spring
Young assailants runnin' surveillance
For quick schemes
Pimpin and jackin weighin crack up on a trip beam
We lick clean
Any plate placed before us
Cuz we don't eat enough to waste
I'm singin' grace til my plate's enormous
And I'm tossin' T-Bones to my pit mates
Dip in the brome candy tone on the fifteens
With the pristine of a ring that emits bling
On the finger of a queen subpoena'd to diss king
I've got scars from ripping my flesh til it streams with blood
For the ghetto love of this team
I was shown death
Now left with sick dreams
I'm a brotha still trying to hover with clipped wings
And it's hard to get attached to these dudes when you just lose 'em
I'm trying to brush the dust from my shoes and keep it moving
It's confusing
When the truth is so abusive
You'd rather live with them than just lose 'em
Then just deal with the music
Especially when it seems like the song is on repeat
The same song that plays when it's on and you need heat
Same song that plays when homie's gone six feet deep
That's why I wrote this song
To shed blood on a CD

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