Heaven Is for Real - Kirk Knight

I consider myself a storyteller

I’m a writer, I’m a producer, I’m an author

I’m an actor, I’m a director

Let be able to go into these different worlds is very powerful for me

So I love to work

I don’t know any other way

Part of it in the beginning was

I was running from poverty

I thought

Everything’s messed up

I don’t know what to do, where to go or look

Who I am?

Has to be

Pure

I’ll get it, just patience

Work, earn, learning

Will he ever see to perceive me as other than pure

So check me in God (check me in, check me in)

Check me in God

To your gates, to your heaven, to your hymns God

Check me in, check me in

Check me in God

The streets dissect me by the limb

Check me in God (check me in, God)

To your gates, to your heaven, to your hymns God

Check me in, check me in

Give me your soul, give me your beat

Give me everything I need just to unleash the beast

Darkest angel, but I come in peace

I flew over heads, I’m a traveling man

One sick motherfucker with a way fare plan

To eliminate the feeling of the devil on my shoulders

I remain a soldier, starving artist with composure

If X marks the spot, give me three X’s

Bare strength, hands like I hold them

More or less I mold them

I even turn my actions into diamonds if I smould 'em

Not a Simpson, but finally felt what home is

And my spirit needs fine tuning

A caveman and I’m finally a Conan

Ayo Peter, I’m also a Family Guy

So please, would you just let me in the house tonight

I know the night is young and a nigga was still taking baby steps

Until the light, struck and everything became radiant

So check me in God (check me in, check me in)

Check me in God

To your gates, to your heaven, to your hymns God

Check me in, check me in

Check me in God

The streets dissect me by the limb

Check me in God (check me in, God)

To your gates, to your heaven, to your hymns God

Check me in, check me in

I’m just pleading for the right, my nigga

To walk heaven grasses and be alright, my nigga

Narrow my vessel like a Vascular constrictor

I’m the agent that was sent from rags to riches

To rise in pitches, but life’s hard

I could really argue my linguistics of this shit

Who really are you to judge a man

Tryna make it in this day and age, G

Don’t expect silver spoons the way I was raised

Tear ducts dried up, some people walk in the rain

Others get wet, I show you how to walk with the pain

Imperfect world, I’m an angel, the same

Same sin that was on Paul trying to make a name

Look, now I’m a ghostwriter like I’m Nicolas Cage

And the enemies and friends I couldn’t mention a thing

I left behind a whole life just to turn a new page

Now I’m just trying to show you the ways

So check me in God (check me in, check me in)

Check me in God

To your gates, to your heaven, to your hymns God

Check me in, check me in

Check me in God

The streets dissect me by the limb

Check me in God (check me in, God)

To your gates, to your heaven, yo your hymns God

Check me in, check me in

All you try to lie demands and offerings

But it has to be pure, be infinite

Like me and me

All you try to lie demands and offerings

But it has to be pure, be infinite

Like me and me