MY LIL HEAVEN They are the ones who asked me toThey are the ones who asked me to far away from thislittle heavenwhere men are sold and even sell where not houses but the hearts are of stones, i am forced to dwell I had come to get my daily breadwhere paper notes is more valued than men where souls are all dead just my thoughts are the only way to reach my little heaven just thoughts just thoughts just thoughts where my mother waits with her arms openwhere someone looked at me as a soul i tiny streets peuple walking with big hea