I'm trying to climb the stairways to heaven like Led Zepplin Find that polished treasure like Ellie Levert I do my dirt so my kids see heaven on Earth But the pain on my heart it weighs heavy it hurts Hope you see my good intentions for whatever its worth Through self conviction when I mention my intentions in verse Like a preacher or a deacon when he's speaking in church Know there's a lesson that I'm teaching If you seeking my verse Like the shock of the hour be a grievous thing Like the dropping of them towers man its plain to see That them cowards can't sing the song believers sing They rather march and hold hands like ML King The nigga in me like Malcolm Little said 'All Means Necessary' So by all means I'm armed and my weapons ready I got my lessons ready Hoping I learn them before I'm laid to rest and buried Have mercy on me ^{Chorus - sung} Please have mercy on me Oh Lord, please have mercy on me Pressure bust pipes, pressure can also make a diamond Pressure can bust a man wrestling with his conscience His self-accusing spirit of his past (But I know Allah's mercy is greater than his wrath) So in that I not only pray for me I pray for he My dear brother Robert help him with his problems And the bumps and grinds And the evil things and thoughts that run through his mind Take a hand of my sister J. Blige As I listen to her life go down watching her life spin round On them records every track she singin prayer Give her "No More Drama" let her "Rainy Days" be clear Receiving signs from Osama that the days is near When babies is baby mommas, man them days is here And beings that them days is now I pray that Allah have mercy when my day come round ^{Chorus Sung w/ ad libs} We need your mercy, I need your mercy For my soul, for my soul ^{All together} B-I-G, P-O, P-P-A P-A-C, Left Eye, JMJ... B-I-G, L, P-U-N Eazy-E, Aaliyah, R.I.P. ^Chorus