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Lyric Knockin On Heaven s Door


I remember playin my guitar in the projects
(Playin in the PJ s)
A productly environment
(Pour some liquor for those who passed away)
I told my mom I ma get up out of da hood
(Mama)
My dad told me the American dream, baby
(You can be anything that you wanna be)
If I did it y all could do it
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Mama, take these guns away from here
Mama, I can t shoot them anymore
Cease fire
I feel a dark cloud coming over me
So poor, so dark
It feels like I m knockin on a heaven s door

To Biggie Smalls and Tupac
Knock, knock, knockin on a heaven s door
(Hip hop)
To Freaky Ty and Big Heavy
(Lost boy)
Knock, knock, knockin on a heaven s door
(Yeah)
And to the Princess Aaliyah
We re knock, knock, knockin on a heaven s door
To my brother Big Pun
(Terror Squad)
We re knock, knock, knockin on a heaven s door
Oh Lord, oh Lord

Would someone take these guns away from here
Take these guns from the street, Lord
I can t shoot my brothers anymore
I seen a thug cry
I feel a dark cloud coming over me
(Over me)
It feels like
It feels like I m knockin on a heaven s door
So sing along street children

We re knock, knock, knockin on a heaven s door
And to my daddy that passed away
(Rest in peace)
Knock, knock, knockin on a heaven s door
To the god, Fred Jordan, we re
(And put the Fugees on)
Knock, knock, knockin on a heaven s door
To my people doin time
We re
(Locked up)
Knock, knock, knockin on a heaven s door

Crypts and Bloods, Latin peace
Please just chill wit the violence
Though even though I know that the bad boy move in silence
I m asking y all please chill wit the violence
Said even though I know that the gangsters move in silence
Whoaaah
We re knock, knock, knockin on a heaven s door
To my people in the Twin Tower Build
(I ll never forget you)
We re knock, knock, knockin on a heaven s door
And to my soldiers in the Pentagon
We re knock, knock, knockin on a heaven s door
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York
Mama
To my people in the streets
I m talkin to you now
Please put down your heat
Oh Lord
To my brothers that s on the corner
Oh God
Aaay, get out quick or you too will be knockin on heaven s door
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