Down Here, Up There

Lord, it's a constant struggle down here
 Specially when all you know how to do is hustle down here
 Lord, it's a miracle, I'm still breathing down here
 Lord, it's a battle field down here
 Lord, it's easy to get killed down here
 So I keep my family near me down here
 And keep my bulletproof vest on
 Thank you, Lord, for making Teflon down here
 'Cause the ghetto has a way of manipulating the children
 Tricking them into believing that life has no meaning
 Down here, down here
 Lord, if you see my grandmother up there
 Tell her I know she's disappointed in me
 Hates to see me in and out of jail
 But tell her life ain't as heavenly here as it is up there
 I know it's probably lovely up there
 But tell her I ain't in no rush to get up there
 So I keep my pistols off safety
 At all cost I gotta protect and feed these babies
 Lately it's been hell
 Keeping my black ass from coming up there
 So I'm thankful every day and pray my enemies
 Don't roll down on me and send me kicking and screaming up there
 To my peoples trying to make it from down here
 To my peoples who done made it up there
 To my peoples trying to make it to up there
 From down here