^A ^E (I remember p^Hmlayin my guitar in the projects) Playin in the ^APJ's ^E ^Hm (A product of the environment) ^APour some liquor for th^Eose who passed a^Hmway (I told my mom I'ma get up out of da hood) ^AMama ^E ^Hm (My dad taught me the American dream, baby) ^A You can be ^Eanything that you wanna b^Hme (If I did it y'all could do it) ^AYeah, y^Eeah, yeah, ye^Hmah ^AMama, take these g^Euns away from h^Hmere ^AMama, I can't sho^Eot them anym^Hmore (Cease fire) ^A I feel a d^Eark cloud coming ^Hmover me (So poor, so dark)

^A It feels like I'm kn^Eockin on the heaven's d^Hmoor (To Biggie Smalls and Tupac) ^A Knock, knock, kn^Eockin on the heaven's d^Hmoor (Hip hop, To Freaky Ty 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)

^A Would someone take these g^Euns away from h^Hmere (Take these guns from the street, Lord) ^A I can't shoot my br^Eothers, anym^Hmore (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)

^A Please just ch^Ei-i-i-ill wit the v^Hmiolence Though even though I k^Anow that the b^Ead boy move in s^Hmilence ^AI'm asking y'all please ch^Ei-i-i-ill wit the v^Hmiolence Said even though I kn^Aow that the g^Eangsters move in s^Hmilence (whoa)

We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door (To my people in the Twin Tower) We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door (And to my soldiers in the Pentagon) We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door New York

^ANew York, ^ENew York, ^HmNew York, New York ^AMama To my p^Eeople in the st^Hmreets I'm talkin to y^Aou now Please p^Eut down your h^Hmeat (Oh Lord) ^A To my br^Eothers that's on the c^Hmorner (Oh God) ^AAy get out qu^Eick or you ^Hmtoo will be knockin on heaven's door

Wyclef Jean - Knocking on heavens door