I can say is: uhuu! I don't wanna wait, Just ...my days, It's yours, come get it, get it! Chorus: Sometimes I wonder what Heaven feels like? I hope
is of a myriad of conscience sitting This day is of a special way of love relating This sight is in it, this way is in it, the dream is of the positive
in the reddenin' twilight, I wondered would I ever return. Ridin' on a river of dreams, Broken dreams. I'm ridin' on a river of dreams. Amazon, Amazon, Is it heaven
Morris) Do you remember when? We would gaze upon The heavens up above Revealed within the night Took turns in looking thru A telescope discovering A little
Hold on now, don't die now, be strong now He said, "I was born a crack baby In a plastic bag in the alley Raised in a foster home With no mother to love
believe that I've been swept off my feet In all my life I've, I'd wonder whether This would ever be There's a place where only you could ever take me
up above you in the clear blue skies How I worry 'bout you, just can't live my life without you Baby come here, don't have no fear Oh, is there a wonder
know you cannot measure worth by human standards That's always a lie, oh, you have to see through heaven's eyes, how Your life woven day by day is a
judge the weave, my lady had one I'm more like a fool for soul and passion The price of gas rises, street life is pumpin' fast Lives is I'm watch crashes
twilight hour is sparkling And the city's all aglow Come with me my darling To the place we love to go When the frost's upon the window There's a tingle
I reveal the game to all the hustlers Trapped in the race and if so can I leave this place? Can I puff cigars and drink Cristal? If this is heaven to me is
A K What can I say? Today's been a great day Everythang's funny at first 'Til I showed 'em how much bein' country is worth Just bought me a dodge, a
I got a penthouse in Manhattan Two more in Malibu I bought a '87's Cadillac Seville, girl I got a Mazarati too I wear diamonds on my fingers I got a
worse I'm black My stomach hurts, so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a negro Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero Give
there's a place called "heaven" bet my life someday you're gonna go Cause you've got to be the sweetest somebody I Know You are the sweetest somebody I know And that is
This is Bed-Stuy '82 Ninth floor, three tiny rooms, one view Buck-town, Roosevelt house They green grass is green, our green grass is brown Shots rang
merchants Immaculate birth, conceived by a virgin Do a lot in the lyric due to the true and not living Pure as the white driven human inside of a spirit Or the cathedral, that's only a
Lance, look out for him I love him, he died so young, You musta had a place for him My Uncle Kevin, the family miss him He in Heaven, I ain't really