You made it, we made it, Jerry wanted to let them horns go, I'm ready, we made it, we made it, we made it, you made it, yeah I used to think the children were the future when Whitney used to sing it I was just a freshman, they used to call me the wild Haitian They said I'll be dead up in the alley, put up your lighter for those that ain't here Push up your lighters for those that ain't here Let me see some fire for those that ain't here Cause we here Praise to the king of king, Emmanuel, El Shaddai He put me high, high, high, high, high, high, high, high No more losing, no more robbing, no more stabbing, no more jacking Most high, he put me high, high, high, high I could've been homeless on the street, an alcoholic with no teeth With the sign that say, give me something to eat In the scorching sun, no shoes for my feet Or maybe town square would've been where I sleep Wake up with the rats, fighting over the cheese, yeah And by the time you go to take that train I'll be playing that guitar, asking you for change, yeah I used to think the children were the future when Whitney used to sing it I was back in high school, guidance counselor called her a fool He said she'd be tricking up in the alley, cause she confessed about her pregnancy Another Brenda with another baby, her daddy gone, it's the same story But she here Praise to the king of king, Emmanuel, El Shaddai He put her high, high, high, high, high, high, high, high No more weeping, no more sadness, no disaster, only laughter Allah, most high, so high, oh high I could've pulled up in a Ford Taurus Ski mask, soft guns, the size of Walrus Mystery killing another rap artist It's so hard to say goodbye, we singing with the chorus For the price of fame, I seen him blew his brain Suicidal like Kurt Cobain I wish I had the chance to tell him things would change He didn't even get the chance to see the range that I bought him for his birthday I used to think the children were the future when Whitney used to sing it I was just a freshman, they used to call me the wild nation They said I'd be dead up in the alley Put up your lighter for those that ain't here Push up your lighters for those that ain't here Let me see some fire for those that ain't here Cause we here Praise to the king of king, Emmanuel, El Shaddai He put me high, high, high, high, high, high, high No more losing, no more robbing No more stabbing, no more tracking Allah, Most High He put me high, high, high, high You made it, we made it Nah, you made it, we made it You made it, I made it, we made it You made it, yeah You made it, we made it Nah, you made it