Shooting stars, Close to Mars, High in the sky
I'm from afar and saw you passing through.
Shining so bright in the darkest blue, I have a question to ask of you,maybe I was hoping you could tell what you do to get to heaven

Cause I sho'll want to go there . I hope he loves a sinner. Or like king David I hope he loves a killer. I done had a few abortions and shota couple victims. I hope all is forgivien. Cause Lord knows its been a hard road. Shit. I get nervous watching cop shows. And despite that the stars shine bright you can catch me in the cut like I got stage fright, or kicking it in the club till my morning late nights. Got a heavy left shoulder but I'm trying to stay right. While chasing that cabbage. With liquor in my glasses. With woment that where less clothes like they ain't into to fashion. my life's a little faster than average and thats real. I feel the average sports car. Circumstances difficult to keep it Kosher. Like its Nazi's on the front of fam's postcard but I still say me a prayer. Then I get gone. I hope they travel fast throught the Ozone. Cause my rightw seem to go wrong. My nights seem to go long. Everyday I have less inhibitions bout what does on. They say that I'm devilish and so and so on.. I hope this ain't the last hit like its one to grow on. Never mind me talking bout the end of me, to myself I hope I got the right frequnecy. Frequency.

Shooting stars, Close to Mars, High in the sky
I'm from afar and saw you passing through.
Shining so bright in the darkest blue, I have a question to ask of you,maybe I was hoping you could tell what you do to get to heaven

I mean if I had a rocket would I fly past it? Have me and my pistol trying to borrow one from NASA. Lightyears away hope I get there fast enough. My fuel kind of low thought don't really think I have enough so : Breaker, breaker base no speakers no cook up. I got a destination that I need yall to look up. I no I'm out of favors but I really need this hook-up. Cause my situation sticky as a jellly covered booger. Middle finger up to the onlookers. And the cops in the cars with no papaer trying to book us. I wonder do they really feel a niggas skill is heaven sent or faith withour evidence brings victory thats prevlaent. Or if death has a future does life has a past one and one before that/ Is the present just another lent? Never mind me speaking bout the end of me to yself. I hoope I got the right frequnecy. Frequency.