Homeboy Sandman - Heaven Too lyrics

[Verse 1: Homeboy Sandman] Ay yo, the concrete labyrinth is keepin' me captive, hyperactive I saunter through the cold city, no goals for the progeny, approaching me All types of ghosts play me all types of close, I wish that I could light some bulbs Rollin' on my own like the Elm Street tricyle, my eyes are soaked Their eyes are stoned, this is ground zero, I woke up twenty hours ago I walk amongst the thousands, that's always left with miles to go, from hovering around limbo These browns are broke, and tired of browsing bro I barely got the powers to cope It's hard to stomach when it grumbles and it growls are both It sound nothing like Al Jarreau [Hook: Homeboy Sandman] But there's a heaven too x2 [Verse 2: Homeboy Sandman] Ay yo, the iron horse weary Influencing how its pa**engers think Can lead em to water but can't make em drink It get under your skin, make-up, ink Ain't no lookin' back, what they lookin' at? Make 'em blink The rise of machines, over hombres, chewing bacon, egg and cheese Just yesterday I learned ABCs, my aching knees My age increase, I spray Raid and sweep The carcases away, as officers do raids and sweeps They say that we were kings and queens Remind me of the crazy queef Sheesh Blowin' hot air, I wonder if it's not fair, it's always not fair Whenever someone's not there, they only downstairs [Hook] [Verse 3: Oh No] Drawn out without a stencil My thoughts shape the canvas like a pencil My art is something simple Lost in the mental A big body of work, nothing simple We build pyramids but they keep raiding the temples I find myself at the cross lifted in the middle Instrumental Tryna crack the codes, but it's all riddles You speak of nizzle, get your body riddled sentimental (mm) That's how we send a memo, no subliminals Spots shut down, they closing they doors Rarely open, forcing the wars (c'mon) And it's poor economics keep us dirty, f** doin' them chores I'm just a made man, I'm not a maid sweepin' the floors What we made was a foundation to creep through the walls I used to sneak in the store, stash the heat in the drawers That was before the tours, just dealing with my hellish moods Sometimes it's hard to see that there's a heaven too