Heaven Chords by Nas

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If heaven was a mile away, [Eb] would I pack up my bags and leave this world [Abm] behind?
If heaven was a mile away, _ [Eb] or save it all for you?
[Dbm] If heaven was a mile away, would I fill the tank up with gas and pee out the front [Abm] door in a flash?
_ _ Before reconsidering [Gb] this hell [Abm] with you
Any [Dbm] juiceless things you [Ab] do [Db] is tearing my [Abm] heart in two
I wouldn't [Dbm] fail with you, [Db] with hell [Abm] with you
If heaven was a mile away and you could ride by the gates
Would you try to run inside [Eb] when it opens?
Would you try to buy the day?
Would you pray loud, finally believe in his power?
Even if you couldn't see, would you feel, would you still doubt?
[Dbm] How would you start acting?
Would you try to put the keys down?
Thinking every drug sale that you make in the streets, you can [Eb] see now
Would a fiend even want to get high?
Would he stop smoking?
If he knew on his own two feet, he could just scroll in
To get away and escape from craziness
And I bet you there's a heaven for an atheist
It's heartaching, this racist planet
Where they take a younger brother in a handcuff
Even if he innocent, they can get on a car, put your motherfucking [Dbm] hands up
Thinking I'ma lose it, my mom do chemo
Three times a week, yo, keep trying, but [Abm] people is hard
And God, [Eb] your young soldiers not sold, but need you
This world's [Db] my home, a world I would [Bb] leave you
If heaven was a mile away
[Abm] Would I pack up bags and leave this world at high?
If heaven was a mile away
Or save it all for your love?
[Dbm] If heaven was a mile away
Would I fill the tank up with gas and be out the front [Abm] door in a flash?
_ _ Before [Gb] reconsidering this hell [Abm]-bent truth
It ain't you, it's the things you do
[Gb] It's tearing my [Abm] heart in two
I would have [Dbm] failed with you
To heal me too
[Abm] Nigga, what you think?
I'ma stop building
I'ma stop feeling like I'm on my son's great-great-grandchildren
I'm not [Eb] one to want to make millions
Since the Cold War, the days in the hallways
Making fake podcasts with the recent beast rapper in my mouth [Dbm] all day
But then my style has quite a wild fast scene
Thomas Hill and Al Scratch, game time to the cast
Never look back, Chris [Abm] Downs blowing dove sacks
That's when it all just hit me
You see the broads been bent, least it's nothing
Let my niggas feel it [Eb] all with me
I give it all away quickly
Just to hit them all up on some new kicks
Free of any autographs or nothing to be recognized
Forgive me, it's becoming unbearable
Making hits is easy
Put a famous bitch on a hook, there you go with a platinum [Dbm] CD
I know you heard the noise
Creatures touching on hopes of glory
Inside of minds that not realize that God is watching [Abm] before the Lord
How can they do the devil's work?
A man give another man head of church
Hell, it hurts just to [Dbm] bat with the thought
Wishing that I fled the [Ab] earth
If heaven was a mile [Abm] away
Would I pack up my bags and leave this world behind?
If heaven was a mile away
_ Or save it all for yonder?
[Dbm] If heaven was a mile away
Would I fill the tank up with gas
And be out the front