Heaven's Gates

Seven days a week fifty two of them a year
Uh, momma still shedding tears
Now as the white light blinds me
I realize I'm still black
On the way to Heaven's gates
Seven days a week fifty two of them a year
Uh, momma still shedding tears
Now as the white light blinds me
I realize I'm still black
On the way to Heaven's gates

Land of free home of brave
Yet my great great grand parents were enslaved
Now I'm young and black struggling to make a way
200 years, I'm still waiting on my acres
Second class, citizen on welfare
Momma sick but I can't afford healthcare
I need help and I'm told to wait in line
Ain't nothing I can do
Gotta swallow my pride
Uh, yeah. Look forward to that day
Where I'm on the mountain top
Treated so amazing
Angels give me props, I sit back and be lazy
Ain't no racist cops
Just beauties calling me baby
Uh, lost in thoughts as I drive
A'int thinking bout the road
So I run a stop sign
Then I hear em sirens
Red and blue lights
Uh, hope it turns out alright

Seven days a week fifty two of them a year
Uh, momma still shedding tears
Now as the white light blinds me
I realize I'm still black
On the way to Heaven's gates
Seven days a week fifty two of them a year
Uh, momma still shedding tears
Now as the white light blinds me
I realize I'm still black
On the way to Heaven's gates

Skin of bronze hair of wool
And yet white hands are what brought me to you
157 pulled trigger no words
Was reaching for my license
Now I fly high with the birds
White doves, white clouds and them white seats
White hoods, on angels dressed in white sheets
Lotta glares as I walk to the gate
As I look around
I wonder if in the right place
Uh, yeah. Tryna find God
Maybe he'll explain what the hell is going on
Then all of a sudden he appears
I bow down, aye, all my fears disappear
He says welcome, go on choose and a house
I see a mansion this is what it's all about
I point "that one," he responds with a laugh
He says nah bruh in the ghetto's where you at
He shows me the way, I see nothing's changed
It's just like earth, we segregated and hated
God says okay, son have fun
Rent's due every first day of the month
He said I gotta work, I'm thinking like huh
This heaven? Eternal happiness for who
The hooded angels sit atop horses
Patrolling, enforcing, nothing better to do
I realize, there's no escaping fate
Shoulda fought harder on earth before the gates
Shoulda heard Malcolm when he said fight back
Shoulda heard Martin when he told me to March
Now I'm sitting here feeling dumb
Whole life ain't fight for nothing
Cause I thought something, awaited
Now I know Heaven's overrated

Seven days a week fifty two of them a year
Uh, momma still shedding tears
Now as the white light blinds me
I realize I'm still black
On the way to Heaven's gates
Seven days a week fifty two of them a year
Uh, momma still shedding tears
Now as the white light blinds me
I realize I'm still black
On the way to Heaven's gates
God bless us all