I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto

I was raised, a little young nigger doin' bad shit.
Talked much shit, ‘cause I never had shit.
I could remember bein’ whooped in class.
And if I didn’t pass, momma whooped my ass.
Was it my fault poppa didn’t plan it out?
Broke out, left me to be the man of the house.
I couldn’t take it, had to make a profit.
Down the block got a Glock and I clocked grips.
Makin’ G’s was my mission.
Move enough of this shit to get my momma out the kitchen.
And why must I sock a fella, just to live large like Rockafeller?
First you didn’t give a fuck, but your learnin’ now.
If you don’t respect our town, then we’ll burn you down.
God damn, it’s a mother fuckin' riot.
Black people on a rage, police. So don’t try it.
If your not from the town, then don’t pass through.
‘Cause some OG fools might blast you.
It ain’t right but it’s long overdue.
We can’t have peace, ‘till the niggas get a piece too.
I roll G’s so you label me a criminal.
And if I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto.

I wonder if heaven got a ghetto.
(Repeat 3 times)

Your own earth, tell me what’s a black life worth.
A bottle of juice is no excuse, the truth hurts.
And even when you take the shit,
move counters, get a lawyer, you can shake the shit.
Ask Rodney, Natasha and many more.
It’s been goin’ on for years, there’s plenty more.
When they ask me "When will the violence cease?"
When your troops stop shootin’ niggers down in the streets.
Niggers had enough, time to make a difference.
Bear witness on the whole business.
But regard cause it’s hard tryin’ to make ends meet.
But we couldn’t afford shit, now everything’s free.
So we loot, please don’t shoot when you see.
I’m takin’ from them, ‘cause for years they would take from me.
Now the tables are turned around.
You didn’t listen, until the niggers burned it down.
Now push can’t stop the hit.
I predicted the shit, in 2pacalypse,
and for once I was down with niggas.
Felt good in the hood bein’ around them niggas.
And for the first time everybody let go.
The streets is death row. I wonder if heaven got a ghetto.

I wonder if heaven got a ghetto.
(Repeat 3 times)

I see no changes, all I see is racist faces.
Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races.
We under, I wonder what it takes to make this
one better place, let’s erase the wasted.
Take the evil out the people they’ll be actin’ right.
’Cause more black and white is smokin crack tonight.
And the only time we deal is when we kill each other.
It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other.
Although it seems heaven sent,
we ain’t ready to have a black president.
And ain’t no secret, don’t conceal the fact.
The penitentiary’s packed, and it’s filled with blacks.
I wake up in the mornin’ and I ask myself
is life worth livin’ should I blast myself?
I’m tired of bein poor and even worse, I’m black.
My stomach hurts, so I’m lookin’ for a purse to snatch.
Cops give a damn about a negro.
Pull a trigger, kill a nigger, he’s a hero.

Mo’ nigger, mo’ nigger, mo’ niggers
rather be a dead than a poor nigger.
Let the lord judge the criminals, and when I die,
I wonda if heaven’s got a ghetto.

I wonder if heaven got a ghetto.
(Repeat until end.)


Transcription 1997 by Jim Moore for Relativity Labs.
Written by T. Shakur, L Goodman, D. McDowell, R. Troutman, L. Troutman.
Contains a sample from Do It Roger by Roger.
1997 Interscope Records. All Rights Reserved.
Used without permisson.