WYCLEF JEAN LYRICS - Knockin' On Heaven's Door

"Knockin' On Heaven's Door"



I remember playing my guitar in the projects

Playing in the PJ's

A product of the environment

Pour some liquor for those who passed away

I told my mom I'm gonna get up out of the 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 knocking on the heaven's door



To Biggie Smalls and Tupac

Knock, knock, knocking on the heaven's door

Hip-Hop

To Freaky Tah and Big Heavy

Lost boy

Knock, knock, knocking on the heaven's door

Yeah

And to the Princess Aaliyah

We're knock, knock, knocking on the heaven's door

To my brother Big Pun

Terror Squad

We're knock, knock, knocking 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 knocking on the heaven's door

So sing along street children



We're knock, knock, knocking on the heaven's door

And to my daddy that passed away

Rest in peace

Knock, knock, knocking on the heaven's door

To the God, Fred Jordan, we're

And put the Fugees on

Knock, knock, knocking on the heaven's door

To my people doing time

We're

Locked up

Knock, knock, knocking on the heaven's door



Crips and Bloods, Latin Kings

Please just chill wit the violence

Though even though I know that the bad boy move in silence

I'm asking y'all please chill wit the violence

Said even though I know that the gangsters move in silence

Whoa

We're knock, knock, knocking on the heaven's door

To my people in the Twin Tower

We're knock, knock, knocking on the heaven's door

And to my soldiers in the Pentagon

We're knock, knock, knocking on the heaven's door

New York

New York

New York

New York

New York

Mama

To my people in the streets

I'm talking to you now

Please put down your heat

Oh Lord

To my brothers that's on the corner

Oh God

Ay get out quick or you too will be knocking on heaven's door