I talked to my baby,
asked what should do
no matter how I try I can't see to see it thru.
You gotta ask yourself
why can't you make it right,
you always seem to mess it up, whe will you see the light.
Oh yes I talked to my baby,
she really couldn't tell,
she said you'll never get to heaven if your life's all gone to hell.
I cried to my mama,
hoped she could help me out,
she said you're always going wrong, and it makes me wanna shout,
She said you gotta ask your self,
what's spining in your head.
You better get it right son, you're gonna wind up dead,
oh yes I cried to my mama,
and she looked at me and yelled
You know it's tough to get to heaven, when your lifes all gone to hell
So I ran to the preacher,
to ask for his advise,
Dropped to my knees and I looked into his eyes,
he said your living isn't pure
and this is what I see,
you haven't had it easy and I'm glad it isn't me
Oh yes, I ran to the preacher,
and this is what he said
he looked at me then looked above and then he shook his head.
I wish that l was wrong,
but the one thing I can tell
he said you'll never get to heaven when your life's all gone to hell.

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