
Heavenly. . .
Written by Victor Stanley Jr.
Dope game,
I’ve seen it all
Seen the rise plus I’ve seen the falls,
Heart full of hate
I’ve seen them on those corners squeezing off (guns)
Heart full of love
I’ve seen it get taken advantage of
I’ve seen the pain
Plus I’ve seen the change
Good girls end up jaded
Good boys end up chasing that paper
They all get whored out
Ced’ told me “Life got us all Vic, no hold outs”
I’m spitting it quicker
You gotta realize there’s more to these pictures
It’s hurt in these words
Written by a mind that’s disturbed
I see the troubles of the world
Folks thirsty
They need something to quench their souls
They don’t want that religion of old
They ain’t interested in that Ancient of Days
They’d rather take the broader way down these tunnels
It’s no light at the end of them,
Judge taking lives as He sentence them
Why me?
That woman looked me in the face said
“Vic speak to my son,
He runs the streets too,
Same age as you,
But he won’t leave them alone,
You give me hope ‘cause God brought you home.
I pray he do the same for my kid.”
My words failed me
I had nothing to say,
It’s like her tears were streaming down my face
I wish I could give her son my place,
I’d willingly go back
Just to relieve her torture,
But where would that leave my momma?
Force her to relive that horror
Her child surrounded by that demonic aura…
All that aside,
Now days I sit solemn in my ride
As I cruise through the night
Youths that I knew back in time
Find no use for their lives
Ced’ told me, “Life got the best of us all.”
So I’m just wondering who the best of us are
Do you feel me?