Heaven On Earth

Do the realest niggas die young?
A question for the gun
That killed big brother Cam a.k.a. DARE
How's life up there?
Do you still laugh like crashing trains?
Do you tag your name on angel wings?
I don't know how time works in Heaven
But it's been a minute
Write me back
Lil' Vic
This could be
Heaven right
Here on Earth, Here on Earth
This could be (yeah)
Heaven right (listen)
Here on Earth (I don't delete the shit)
Here on Earth(yeah, what up Cam?)
It's your little bro
Been a while since we spoke
But it's hidden fo'
Yeah, the other day I saw your sister bro
Sad, it had to be at another funeral
That was a wild summer
Same one that took Rod from us
When I heard they stabbed him in his side
Swear to God I could feel that shit in my stomach
Yo, I heard it was some niggas from the Wild 100s
That sneaky bitch set you up man
Fuck man that shit is tough man
Over some petty ass weed
I was like anybody but Cam
I called Autumn immediately
Needed someone to feed it to me
I couldn't stomach it on my own
I wanted to throw up like I was chuggin' patron
Every time I run through your number in my phone
I think about bullet holes runnin through your dome
I just saw you that week on 53rd
I'm tearing up man
It's hard to put this shit in words
It's like Macklemore at the Grammys, man
I just feel like you got some shit
You didn't deserve
You was a good nigga
But the good niggas always die young
Fucking 'round with them hood niggas
I know you had your hands in that dirt, but
They ain't have to air you out outside
That Kenwood Liquors
Now shit'll never ever ever be the same for me
None of this money takes my pain from me
Yeah, but still for whatever it's worth
I'm just writin' you this letter
Send it to heaven on earth
This could be (This could be)
Heaven right (Heaven right)
Here on Earth, Here on Earth
This could be (This could be)
Heaven right (Heaven right)
Here on Earth, Here on Earth
What up lil' Vic?
It's your big bro
Been a while man, what's good though?
I see you on the road like 10-4
I ain't surprised
I knew you was gonna kill 'em tho
I heard your song "Holy Holy"
That shit really touched me
You was just a little bony homie
To see you in front of thousands of people
Screaming my name
Man that shit did a lot for me
Sometimes heaven gets lonely
I talked to your grandma
She said "Tell Vic I'm proud for me"
I got that little liquor you poured out for me
I was drinking it with Rod
I know that you miss him
I really think you need to keep your squad closely
I mean Joey, Kene, Smoko, Towkio
You know? Your ride or die homies
'Cause to be honest
Them other niggas is all phony
But you really gotta
Stay off them drugs man, they no good for you
I see you in that bathroom stall suicidal
With that gun in hand
How could you wanna die?
Shit is so good for you
Heaven ain't that bad though
Just a lot of sunny days, mad dope
I smoked with Kurt Cobain yesterday
He said he liked your shit
And to tell you that you on the right path though
Don't cry, I'mma see you when it's time
Keep your mind on your money
And your money on your mind
Cause trust me you're gonna get through the worst
Sincerely Killa Cam
From Heaven on Earth
This could be (This could be)
Heaven right (Heaven right)
Here on Earth, Here on Earth
This could be (This could be)
Heaven right (Heaven right)
Here on Earth, Here on Earth
What up young Vic?
You don't know my name
I'm just another nigga
Caught up in the street game
I been through things, seen things
I know this might sound crazy but let me explain
It was a dark night
I got a call from this broad right
She said I'm hittin you about this shit
Because I know you got stripes like off white
I got a lick for you, you got a car right?
You leaving for my crib in an hour
Hold on one sec, he just got out the shower
Who you're talking to
Nothin' I'm just talkin' to my momma
Now listen close, I can't talk no louder
He got 10 pounds in the trunk
He's bout to make a round
To drop the bands off to the plug
You could get a round of the cash if you quick
And I know he ain't strapped
Cause I just hid his gun
I asked her who the nigga was she ain't say a name
But I just had a baby man
I had to make some change
I was hurt, how could I turn away a stain
So I called up my brothers like Damon Wayans
We piled up in my Monte Carlo
Pulled up to the bitch crib
Seen a white Ford Explorer, shorty
Just told me to follow
He was sittin on 75th, he bent off Stony
And made a stop at the Kenwood Liquors
He ran in to get a drink
And when he stepped out
He had a bottle of hennessy in his hand
We rolled up
And put that banger to his face(what's up man)
I told him give me
Everything in the car(give me everything)
Nigga everything (everything)
He start stumbling like
I ain't got anything (Shut the fuck up)
I said, shut the fuck up man
Open the trunk up man
Before I gotta let this hammer bang(I wanna shoot you)
He reached for the keys and put him in
The trunk popped open seen the weed in Saran
I told him step the fuck back (get the fuck back)
He ain't listen though
His hand moving start reaching again
I was scared (what you're doing)
I ain't gon' lie
That's what it was
I thought he had a gun, my eyes went black
I let two shots go
Before I knew it
He was layin in the ground in a puddle of blood
I know it ain't right
I think about it every night
I ain't even mean to take his life
We livin in the streets where ain't shit free
And your man just had to pay the ultimate price
A week later I saw your post on the 'Gram
R.I.P DARE with a picture of him
I recognized the face from somewhere
And then I realized
Damn