Common, Andrew D’Angelo - Geto Heaven, Pt. 2 lyrics

Know I love my baby my baby loves me
Day gets so hectic, need a little company
It's quarter to eleven
Time to get some Geto Heaven geto

Searching for a love, throughout the ghetto
Young girls is thick, righteousness is narrow
I got my third eye on the sparrow
Want my peoples straight and
To rock sweet apparel
The mother of my child, we're not together
Baby, it's your back, I got forever
As the weather, talks to us
Henrock and the Holy Spirit walks through us
The blunted eyes of the youth
Search for a guide
A thug is a lost man in disguise
The rise and fall
Of a nation, even when the buildings tumble
I still stand tall i walk through the valley
With a life preserver
Feeling at times, that I might just murder
Yo, but that ain't what I was sent for
I want folks to say "Hi!"s life it meant more
Than any car, any rock or any broad
He found Geto Heaven in himself and God

Geto Heaven
It's time to get some Geto Heaven
Geto Heaven
It's time to get some Geto Heaven geto

Love, your happiness don't begin with a man
Strong woman, why should you depend on a man?
I understand you want a
Man that's resourceful
If he pay your bills
He feel like he bought you
Talking to a friend, about what love is
Her man didn't love her
'cause he didn't love his
Hugged her from afar, said what I felt
You'll never find a man
Till you find yourself
Time helps mistakes, you can learn from
'Cause one man fucked up
Men you shouldn't turn from
You want a certain type of guy
Gotta reach a certain point too
At that destination, a king will anoint you
Going through the storm, anybody seems warm
That relationship died, for you to be born
You worth more
Than anything you could cop at a store
For you to grow, he had to go
So what you stopping him for?
Not even I could ignore being alone is hard
Find heaven in yourself and God

You know I love my baby my baby loves me
My day, it gets so hectic
Need a little company, yeah
It's 3-1-7
It's time to get some Geto Heaven
Geto Heaven it's time to
Get some Geto Heaven
Time to get some Geto Heaven, oh

This music is so much bigger than me
As far as happy, joe
It's like a trigger to me
Dealing with crab rappers, and groupie broads
Record execs, at times it do be hard
But to choose words
And be heard across waters
Doing something you like to support daughters
Keeping your guys from
Collecting court orders
Conveying messages that the
Ancestors brought us
Thought of things to say to become
The in thing for the day
Somehow, that didn't seem the way
For me to make it
Music is a gift that is sacred
I opened it and used it hoping
You could grow to it
Whether servant or a surgeon
You gon' go through it
Can't imagine going through it
Without soul music
It's like Donnie Hath' helped
Me see Lonnie's path on my behalf
Let's take whole steps towards hotep
And show depth, as we make people nod
Find heaven in this music and God
Find heaven in this music and God
Find heaven in this music and God

Geto Heaven geto Heaven
Geto Heaven, yeah, yeah geto Heaven, my baby
Geto Heaven, my baby geto Heaven, my baby
Geto Heaven, my baby geto Heaven, my baby