Heaven Too

[Verse 1: Homeboy Sandman]

Ay yo, the concrete labyrinth is keepin' me captive, hyperactive

I saunter through the cold city, no goals for the progeny, approaching me

All types of ghosts play me all types of close, I wish that I could light some bulbs

Rollin' on my own like the Elm Street tricyle, my eyes are soaked

Their eyes are stoned, this is ground zero, I woke up twenty hours ago

I walk amongst the thousands, that's always left with miles to go, from hovering around limbo

These browns are broke, and tired of browsing bro

I barely got the powers to cope

It's hard to stomach when it grumbles and it growls are both

It sound nothing like Al Jarreau

[Hook: Homeboy Sandman]

But there's a heaven too x2

[Verse 2: Homeboy Sandman]

Ay yo, the iron horse weary

Influencing how its passengers think

Can lead em to water but can't make em drink

It get under your skin, make-up, ink

Ain't no lookin' back, what they lookin' at? Make 'em blink

The rise of machines, over hombres, chewing bacon, egg and cheese

Just yesterday I learned ABCs, my aching knees

My age increase, I spray Raid and sweep

The carcases away, as officers do raids and sweeps

They say that we were kings and queens

Remind me of the crazy queef

Sheesh

Blowin' hot air, I wonder if it's not fair, it's always not fair

Whenever someone's not there, they only downstairs

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Oh No]

Drawn out without a stencil

My thoughts shape the canvas like a pencil

My art is something simple

Lost in the mental

A big body of work, nothing simple

We build pyramids but they keep raiding the temples

I find myself at the cross lifted in the middle

Instrumental

Tryna crack the codes, but it's all riddles

You speak of nizzle, get your body riddled sentimental (mm)

That's how we send a memo, no subliminals

Spots shut down, they closing they doors

Rarely open, forcing the wars (c'mon)

And it's poor economics keep us dirty, fuck doin' them chores

I'm just a made man, I'm not a maid sweepin' the floors

What we made was a foundation to creep through the walls

I used to sneak in the store, stash the heat in the drawers

That was before the tours, just dealing with my hellish moods

Sometimes it's hard to see that there's a heaven too