Heaven Is Calling (feat. Cynthia Holliday) Lyrics & Tabs by Doap Nixon
Heaven Is Calling (feat. Cynthia Holliday)
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[Intro: Doap Nixon]
Uh-Uh
C'mon, uh Doap Nixon, ATOP (gotta be a betta way)
I found out that by da time you make it in life
You find out you already had it
True story, c'mon y'all follow me
[Chorus: Cynthia Holiday]
'Heaven Is Calling' - thru rain and snow
'Heaven Is Calling' - thru rain and snow
[Doap Nixon:]
Yo, if Heaven call me I musta missed da call
All da things that I touched makes me slip and fall
All da things that I had made me fall from grace
Why da words that I speak seem to cause da hate?
Got dudes on my top cause I called 'em fake
All da things that I had made me fall from grace
Why da words that I speak seem to cause da hate?
Got dudes on my top cause I called 'em fake
Everybody tryna judge like they all so great
But da sun still gon' shine in a minute tho
I build with da God, Meshach and Abednego
I swear if I had a second chance only turn back da second hand
Gold-double check da plan
Respect da fam is da first rule those that search jewels
I cast stones and curse fools
Doap Nix is a throw back, know dat
So I won't go to hell, others won't go back
But I ain't here try to preach to y'all
I'm just tryna throw a jewel that could reach to y'all
C'mon...
[Chorus: Cynthia Holiday]
[Doap Nixon:]
Yo, yo, yo, my mind drifts to da smell of aroma
Of incense burnt straight outta Macedonia
I move with da Book of Life on my JanSport
And found peace that surpassed a man's thought
Egyptian Knowledge got lost in sandstorms
Crusades transform to gang-wars
Young bucks quick to clap at da Beast
Took all da diesel outta da hood and put it back onto streets
Everytime that I fell I came back on my feet
ATOP drop now I'm back with da heat
This game's no love, da murder rate symbolic
Money got snuffed for an old grudge
But where's da promises to be honest thing
Cover our eyes with job and a scholarship
Section-8 occupant's anonymous
I'm neva honorin' any promise of rudiment
Word up
[Chorus: Cynthia Holiday]
War Vision, I'm Knowledgin' witchu boy daddy
[Doap Nixon:]
Yo, don't try to play me like I'm somebody's kid
I'm a grown man who learned wisdom something to live
It's nuttin' to talk, Knowledge-Knowledge New York
Manifested from da light that only comes from da dark
I experienced da trials of a wild addiction
Lost my mind and my freedom to a foul conviction
But found my style missin' now I'm shittin' on cats
Only build on my past fuck bringin' it back
It's da measurin' stick so I can vision da growth
Embrace any direction that da pendulum go
Can you say that? Or is you stuck in da way back?
Where everybody is frontin' with that money and Maybachs
Not da hustle but I knock da hustla
When da cops rush ya, learn to bent with da block rushaz
And everybody thas gettin' da doe
Aim for a bright future so ya kids can grow
C'mon...
[Outro: Doap]
Ayo that bullshit you feedin' ey'body
That garbage ya kids eatin' that too
