Knockin on Heaven’s Door
  I remember playin my guitar in the projects
  Playin in the PJ’s
  A product of the environment
  Pour some liquor for those who passed away
  I told my mom I’ma get up out of da hood
  Mama
  My dad taught 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
  So poor, so dark
  It feels like I’m knockin on the heaven’s door
  
  To Biggie Smalls and Tupac
  Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven’s door
  Hip hop
  To Freaky Ty and Big Heavy
  Lost boy
  Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven’s door
  Yeah
  And to the Princess Aaliyah
  We’re knock, knock, knockin on the heaven’s door
  To my brother Big Pun
  Terror Squad
  We’re knock, knock, knockin on the 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 the heaven’s door
  So sing along street children
  
  We’re knock, knock, knockin on the heaven’s door
  And to my daddy that passed away
  Rest in peace
  Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven’s door
  To the god, Fred Jordan, we’re
  And put the Fugees on
  Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven’s door
  To my people doin time
  We’re
  Locked up
  Knock, knock, knockin on the 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
  Whoa
  We’re knock, knock, knockin on the heaven’s door
  To my people in the Twin Tower
  We’re knock, knock, knockin on the heaven’s door
  And to my soldiers in the Pentagon
  We’re knock, knock, knockin on the 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
  Ay get out quick or you too will be knockin on heaven’s door
  
  Ending
  If you could see them
  The bullet riddle brothers you thought were brave
  The thugs, the gangstas
  If you could hear them right now as they knock on heaven’s door
  They would tell you straight up
  Stop the sh-t
  The shootin, the bangin
  Too many tears
  Too many wakes
  Too many twenty-five to lifes
  And wake up
  They’re up there right now talkin to you in tongues of fire
  For the love of life
  Stop it
  Yo, if you don’t stop, I’m gonna get you before you get yourself