Higher Video (MV)

I ain't want no weed now
Want something that makes me feel higher
I ain't want no bitch now
I want love or something much higher
Oh she want me to hit it now
But I want something much higher
Oh they wanna be friends now
But we don't f*ck with no liars
That smoke a toke of that shit won't me feel shit won't make me feel higher
That fake love that game
That you play with some people
Doesn't make you much higher
Oh no we not fighting evil
Oh no we not fighting demons
But love won't kill all that hate
We up for a fight or something much
Bet they don't kick it where we kick it at
The same sport we sport different T's
The same game but play for different teams
Plus like Ron Artest I'll rush your bleachers
I always felt like Jesus between the thieves
I also felt like my blood was on the leaves
People under my feet
Just looking at me
Like I killed and sold those poppy seeds
My papi did he split them grams
Dirtied his hands
Just so he could feed his wife and kids
Then in his heart
Nigga found God
So how can you judge a thief hungry in time of need
His hands would bleed
So your nails would not see grease
Walk barefoot just so your shoes would not show crease
For good to increase on our side of the fence
The peace on your side has to die or decrease (Ohhh)
Lord I will not take your name in vain
But lord I'll hang all of your saints on chains
Saint Jude 10k is on my Cuban link
But knees aren't bending now I cannot pray
If Jesus lived out here right where I stay
Yeah he'd be crippin like he's in LA
Asking around town where that nigga stay
Banging on who nailed his hands and legs
I ain't want no weed now
Want something that makes me feel higher
I ain't want no bitch now
I want love or something much higher
Oh she want me to hit it now
But I want something much higher
Oh they wanna be friends now
But we don't f*ck with no liars
That smoke a toke of that shit won't me feel shit won't make me feel higher
That fake love that game
That you play with some people
Doesn't make you much higher
Oh no we not fighting evil
Oh no we not fighting demons
But love won't kill all that hate
We up for a fight or something much higher
I see demons on my front step
And Never had any holy water
Only fists and a hard head
Just in case a nigga had a problem
I know parents
That were coherent
Hid guns for sons when they'd call 'em
But my mother no not father
They showed me prayers also bible
They had sermons and salmos
Nombre del padre & el espiritu santo
Son if they jump don't tell me you'll jump to
They won't be waiting down there to catch you
Want you to get this to understand
You gotta be you yourself be a man
They'll claim to be brothers
Stuff in your head
A rock to your head
Cain and Abel (Ohh)
Lord I will not take your name in vain
Won't smoke or snort or take it to the vein
I wish that I could be saying the same
For my loved ones that aren't really the same
Pawning PlayStation 3's for some lose change
So they can get a fix another day
Another dollar whiff of that cocaine
A couple more dollar for heroine
I wish that I could understand them mane
What they plan you achieve to win or gain
At the same place drinking that same old beer
At the same hood same time with the same friends
Oh no to God I'm not pleading
Oh no to drugs I'm not kneeling
Man I will not die for the hype
That's more of your type
I need something much Higher