Lyrics:

I remember playin my guitar in the projectsPlayin in the PJ'sA product of the environmentPour some liquor for those
who passed awayI told my mom I'ma get up out of da hoodMamaMy dad taught me the American dream, babyYou can be anything tha
t you wanna beIf I did it y'all could do itYeah, yeah, yeah, yeahMama, take these guns away from hereMama, I can't shoot t
hem anymoreCease fireI feel a dark cloud coming overSo poor, so darkIt feels like I'm knockin on the heaven's doorTo Bigg
ie Smalls and TupacKnock, knock, knockin on the heaven's doorHip-HopTo Freaky Tah and Big HeavyLost boyKnock, knock, knock
in on the heaven's doorYeahAnd to the Princess AaliyahWe're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's doorTo my brother Big Pun
Terror SquadWe're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's doorOh Lord, Oh LordWould someone take these guns away from hereT
ake these guns from the street, LordI can't shoot my brothers anymoreI seen a thug cryI feel a dark cloud coming over meOve
r meIt feels likeIt feels like I'm knockin on the heaven's doorSo sing along street childrenWe're knock, knock, knockin on
the heaven's doorAnd to my daddy that passed awayRest in peaceKnock, knock, knockin on the heaven's doorTo the God, Fred J
ordan, we'reAnd put the Fugees onKnock, knock, knockin on the heaven's doorTo my people doin timeWe'reLocked upKnock, kno
ck, knockin on the heaven's doorCrypts and Bloods, Latin peacePlease just chill wit the violenceThough even though I know t
hat t