Every man has his own heaven the difference is the way that he envision it
So if you make your heaven picture less
By the time you dieYou'll be driftin' in an imageless field
So build your heaven full of blessed thoughtsThat's real,
you can stress it or just let it walkI got a question if a man can make his own heaven
Can he make his path to get to it too?I only spit through a truth
And I spit it for the listeners So I'm spittin' to you
You say it's hellI say it's bullshit we getting through
Just think about it every man has his own heaven
But shit you gotta' go through hell to be a man first
And understand firstHell is what you choose to call the present
That's why you're going through itI just choose to call it stressin'
To tell you fools the truthI don't feel that why I'm destined
So you can call it hell but bro
I'll just say I'm below the heavens
deeepp.
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