Heaven On Earth Lyrics - Vic Mensa

The metaphor of the bird is eternal 

As I stood in the bathroom with a 9 millimeter in my mouth 

Empty Henny bottle on the couch 

The mirror in front of me reflected everything I hated in those around me 

I felt like a hypocrite 

I wanted to fly away from it all 

The lies, the betrayal, the rage I felt 

To turn every page I'd ever written into flames and let it burn 

This is what it sounds like 

The streets cry 

When the streets cry 

I'm startin' to think that this is all my fault 

Niggas under them hoodies, we above the law 

How could I think that we wouldn't get judged at all? 

Always in the club when them guns go off 

Layin' under that preacher when he talk that talk 

My mother is thinkin', where did it all go wrong? 

Father thinkin' if he spent more time I coulda played ball 

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The pain won't inspire, things we lost in the fire 

Things we lost in the fire 

The things we lost in the fire 

Hope this pain will inspire, the things we lost in the fire (fire) 

Yeah, yeah 

The things we lose in the fire (yeah) 

Oh, oh 

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