Lyfe Jennings

Lord, its a constant struggle (down here)
Specially when all you know how to do is hustle (down here)
Lord, its a miracle I'm still breathing (down here)
Lord, its a battefield (down here)
Lord, its easy to get killed (down here)
So I keep my family near me (down here)
And keep my bulletproof vest on
Thank you, Lord, for making teflon (down here)
Cause the ghetto has a way of manipulating the children
Tricking them into believing that life has no meaning
Down Here, Down Here
Lord, if you see my grandmother (up there)
Tell her I know she's disappointed in me
Hates to see me in and out of jail
But tell her life ain't as heavenly here as it is (up there)
I know its probably lovely (up there)