Stairway To Heaven

[Intro] There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold And she's buying the stairway to heaven [Verse 1] Little Mike is young he's only 14 A super bright kid with a low self estim His parents moved him in so he's new to the scene He's jump into different schools man hold the trampolines He's bullied everyday and feels nobody cares He answer right to the question and everybody [?] Kids hate him cause he's smart the world's unfair Teachers don't even notice his, he know they care He goes home and tell his mama he loves her And on the outside he's looking wormer than some covers But on the inside he's feeling colder than december Just no one to [?], the pain is all he remembers Top joy he found his dad's gun and loads it up Took last one tought and then he holds it up He pulls the trigger so the world he will escape But little would he know his parents mourn everyday [Hook] Look at the sky, look at the moon Say I'm comming [?] to do I can't walk, I gotta run Tell me where's my gun [?] I need air And my exit out ou there I need to find my starway to heaven [Verse 2] Ashley was the cutest girl you'd ever meet She had the sweetest heart and the presence of a tree Not only brings it beauty but her body was [?] Any man with two eyes would tell you [?] to see Her mother said [?] dress So anytime you out make sure you cover up your chest No need to tell me mom I was [?] up with respect Wich I could say the same with every dude that she has met Well here's another guy but he's a little older I can buy you things, he even drive a Range Rover [?] But she ain't givin' sex so he gives her the cold shoulder I got a place to go so we can escape The only thing on her mind is a perfect first date He's pressin' for the sex her and all fustrate So he knocks her inconscient it's easy way for him to rape [Hook] [Verse 3] Trayvon aka T-Killer A street phamacist what you call a drug dealer He's all about that life so it get's no realer And if you talkin' sick still he still is a great healer Car sleepin' with his boys doin' durt And it's his second strike and third one no really hurt So now he has to choose, street life or go to work That's life behid bars [?] Time flies but he's out doin' good [?] by his boys and bein' strapped in the hood Took a step back and let it go like he should Bought a pocket full of candies on the corner where he stood One more hit to leak them I'm stoppin' Not the right move I took the leak with lil caution Surrounded by them boys, goin' back is not a option Shoot out with the cops, hit twice and now he's droppin' [Hook]