Heaven (Explicit) Chords

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_ [B] _ [F#] _ [G#m] _ _ [B] _ [C#m] _
If heaven was a [G#m] mile away, would I lack of my bags and leave this world behind?
If heaven was a mile away, or save it all for you?
[C#m]
If heaven was a mile away, would I fill the tank up with gas and be out the front door [G#m] in a flash?
Before [B] reconsidering [F#] this [B] healthy juice?
If [F#] heavy juice [G#m] is the thing to [F#] do, is tearing [G#m] my heart in two?
[C#m] I wouldn't fail with you, [D#] the healthy juice.
[G#m] If heaven was a mile away, and you could ride by the gates, would you try to run inside when it opens?
Would you try to die today?
Would you pray loud, finally believe in his power?
[B] Even if you couldn't see, but you could feel, would you [C#m] still doubt him?
How would you start acting?
Would you try to put the keys down?
Thinking every drug sale that you make in the streets, he can see [G#m] now.
Would a fiend even want to get high?
Would he stop smoking?
If he knew on his own two feet, he could just stroll in, to get away and escape from the craziness.
And I bet you there's a heaven for an atheist.
It's heartaching, this racist planet.
Where they take a younger brother in a handcuff, even if he innocent, they can get on a car, put your motherfucking hands up.
[C#m] Thinking I'ma lose it, my mom's in chemo, three times a week.
Yo, keep trying, but people [G#m] is hard and God, your young soldier's not sober, but need you.
This [B] world's my [F#] home, a world [E] I would leave you.
If heaven was [G#m] a mile away, would I pack up bags and leave this world behind?
If heaven was a mile away, _ would saving [B] offer your life?
[C#m] If heaven was a mile away, would I fill the tank up with gas and be out the front door [G#m] in a rush?
_ _ [B] Before reconsidering [F#] this hell [G#m] we choose, [F#] really [G#m] choose the things you do.
[F#] It's tearing my [G#m] heart in two.
I would have [C#m] failed with you, to [F#] hell with [G#m] you.
Nigga, what you think?
I'ma stop building.
I'ma stop feeling like I'm on the stocks, great, great grandchildren.
I'm not gonna wanna make millions, just to go to war todays in the hallways.
Fake old cats with the Reese's, feisty rapper in my mouth all [C#m] day.
But then my style has quite a wild fast scene, Tomazilla now scratch.
Game time to the cast, never look back, Chris down, blowing [G#] dub stacks.
That's when it all just hit [B] me.
You see the broad and [G#m] Bentley's, it's nothing.
Let's my nigga spit it all with me.
I give it all away quickly, just to hit them all up.
Some new kicks free of any autographs, but not to be recognized, forgive me.
It's becoming unbearable, making hits is easy.
Put a famous bitch on a [B] hook, there you go with a platinum [C#m] CD.
I know you heard the noise, creatures touching on altar boards.
Sodomizing, not realizing God is watching for [G#m] the Lord.
How can they do the devil's work?
Man give another man head of church.
Hell, it hurts just to bathe in [F#] the thought, wishing that [C#m] I fled the earth.
[G#m] If heaven was a mile away, would I pack up my bags and leave this world behind?
If heaven was a mile away, _ would I save it all for you?
[C#m] If heaven was a mile away, would I fill the tank up with gas and be out the front door [G#m] in a flash?
Before [B] reconsidering [F#] this hell [B] beneath you.
[F#] It ain't you, it's the [G#m] things you [F#] do, it's [G#m] tearing my heart in two.
I wouldn't [C#m] fail with you, to [G#] hell with you.
[B] You trapped in your own hell.
Every day I wake up, I'm blessed.
Every day you wake up and breathe another [G#m] breath, you blessed.
To all them niggas running around talking about I'm fucked up.
I gotta get on, [C#m] I'm in the grind, I'm fucked up.
Yeah, we all in the grind.
But look at the beautiful shit around you, it's a beautiful life.
All [G#m] my niggas locked up, keep your heads up.
Heaven's just a mile away.
I'm talking heaven on earth, it ain't got nothing to do with money.
Got nothing to do with nothing material.
I'm talking about heaven in your own heart, in your own world, baby, in your own existence.
To my moms, look at me, baby.
I love you, girl.
Your boy is shining.
[C#m] God's son. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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