Lyrics:

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 Tah 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 tha