Black Heaven

[Intro] Black heaven is a place where people like me go Up there in black heaven, black heaven [Verse 1: Boosie] Know Dr. King still preachin' about togetherness But probably lookin' down sayin' it's irrelevant Whitney Houston, she was heaven sent A song bird prolly smilin' right now listenin' to her own words Rosa Parks so much heart, she an OG Know she smilin' lookin' at the blacks in the front seat Bernie Mac jokin' right now, him and Richard Pryor Trayvon prolly lookin' down sayin' them niggas wild I know who givin' knowledge up there, 2Pac He lookin' down like what happened to this hip hop? Biggie Smalls prolly swagged out, laid back Him and Eazy talkin' bout how it was way back Nate Dogg prolly reminicin' about the A-Trak Pimp sayin' prayers that Bun and Jay stay strapped Michael Jackson? He prolly maxin' and relaxin' Him and Marvin Gaye makin' a classic [Hook: Keyshia Cole] I know you smilin' down up there in black heaven I know you're really proud of me up there in black heaven I know you smilin' down on me in black heaven Thinkin' of you til the day we meet again [Verse 2: Boosie] Billie Holiday thinkin' about the old days Johnny Taylor makin' mixes with the Ojays Rodney King prolly thinkin' bout his old ways Thinkin' bout how they burned the city down bout his old case Malcolm X prolly wishin' he was down here To take our hoods back from the people who ain't from round here James Brown still hollin' it's a man's world But thinkin' damn all these girls takin' man's girl Know Jackie Neal talkin' bout how people roll Know Tooki Williams still stickin' to the G code Wilt probably still saying nobody broke his record Mac Dre still represent as a bay legend Know I and Bleek prolly talkin' bout me Them niggas prolly jam with Big Stone, out the three DJ Screw lookin' down at the culture that he started Rest in peace Bob Marley [Hook] [Verse 3: J. Cole] Where do my niggas go to when they pass? And why do good niggas never last? Some get addicted to the fast route The hand in hand, you know that cash route I pray to God that we see better days I caught a record while the record plays I'm thinkin' Lord don't let 'em carry me See I know one day when they bury me I'll go straight to black heaven, black heaven Yeah I go straight to black heaven, black heaven Don't let the paranoia get to me Can't take a trip to penitentiary I make a flip and take the summer off A half a brick? Now that's a summer salt I look to God, it's been along road I got my braid up, like a cornrow I've been through hell, one day I'll find my way If not then maybe I can buy my way to black heaven