remember playin my guitar in the projects   Playin in the PJ's   A product of the environment   Pour some liquor for those who passed away   I told my mom I'ma get up out of da 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 knockin on the heaven's door      To Biggie Smalls and Tupac   Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door   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      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 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   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, 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   New York   New York   New York   New York   Mama   To my people in the streets   I'm talkin 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 knockin on heaven's door