Wu-syndicate - Where Was Heaven Lyrics* - a different version is on the swarm vol. 1[myalansky]This goes out to all my cats in the projectsJust livin it, still livin itThru the rough times and the bad times,The crimes, where was heavenMust be somewhere here, though, for realI never seen the placeMaybe some place you got when you dieAn ordinary cat from outer projects, since I was younger thoughMom raised her children, pops dipped a long time agoIn my mind I see flashbacks, I had no fancy clothesSkinny, ugly, knotty head nigga crying with a snotty noseEven though my father neglect, he pay the child supportHadnt seen him all these years, I hug his ass in courtAlways saying Im comin to get you and I be waitin tooHoliday and birthday presents was never comin throughRemember at the age 13 I started smokin weedHanging out with cats that was older, start to run the streetDropped out of high school selling drugs, impressin chicksSpent most my cheddar on gear, my man was buyin whipsNew york, jamaican, miami niggaz, flooded virginia quickCause signin work only if buying, prices was high as shitRemember when I first got hit, I seen the iron spit50 cash bent in one corner bleeding where pellet hitMy man shawn, he held on strongSlug burn through his lower back side, crack his spine exit his armLost him twice on the hospital table and when he died I cried my eyes outI couldnt take it (damn damn), but the same things continued to happenNiggaz got bust, Im a kid with a grown mans mind turning corruptPlaying innocent in front of my eldersI was running with them cats that be robbing too, I couldnt tell emIf my name was up in any type trouble, my moms would tell meJust like you brothers into some shit go get a job or somethingJust a little bum on the street, not working hard for nothingScratch I made when I was pumpin, Im here to offer somethinMaking sure the crib stay tight, for real I wasnt no dummyTell me where you getting this money, I wash a car be lyingSaying anything sides drugs selling, my sister seen me on the blockTransact with fiends, be saying ima tell itGrowing up was hell no doubt, I wonder where was heaven(women singing in the background)Shit, its like yesterday, you know?It all comes back though, but stillBut still livin on the block, but still *****ed upYou know? crime affiliated, crime syndicateWhatever you wanna call itYou know what Im sayin? affiliated with the bad shitAll the time just cuz Im a victim of the projectsNow Im a grown man, still its like life dealt me the wrong handCats that was my man be frontin or either found deadSound said incarcerated just turned a new dadRemembering them long ten months from slingin crack bagsMom put me out with the quickness, carry your black assIm still coming back to the crib, oh so you back? yeahMa I just came to holler to see how you doingNothings changed after all these yearsStill hustle for some gear, smoke weed, still drink beersI tell you from my heart, yo, times Im like yeah(women start singing again)I wonder if heaven was a place in this planetYoud find me right there.Where was heaven.