There's a question that people have been asking for eternity...is there a Heaven, and if so, what's it like?

Will I see my homie Chris there?
He got smoked by some fools who shouldn't be alive,
I'm tryin' to cope, but it's just so hard;
dear God, will I see him on the boulevard?
Can you tilt your hat to the side, if you want;
or do you gotta have it straight to the front?
I been saggin' Dickies ever since I was eight,
and I wonder will somebody try to tell me I can't?
I won a knife at the carnival they have off Jensen,
It's just for good luck, not for a weapon.
I wonder can I take it; well, that's if I make it,
but I don't wanna walk around all butt-naked.
Will my hydraulics work up in the clouds;
do people start complaining if the music is loud?
And these are the things that I asked the Reverend,
"Excuse me sir, but can Mexicans go to Heaven?"

The other day I spoke to the Reverend,
to see if he'd say that Mexicans could go to Heaven.
When I grow old, though I know this life is a blessing,
I wanna know, is there a Mexican Heaven Lord?
Will my grandfather's beer breath be real bad;
or will they make him take mints or the white Tic-Tacs?
Do the R&B and Hip Hop radio stations play our raps,
or do they still be hatin'?
People owe me money from previous business,
and I wonder can I get it with a little bit interest?
And what about drop-outs with no education;
I can't spell good but I know multiplication.
Do they got real tortillas for all the races;
or them fake lil' skinny ones like some places?
I know my sancha's out of the question,
but on the cool, she got love for a Mexican.
Will my homies pitch in or wanna smoke for free;
will they have gas money or depend on me?
Can I roll on gold streets in my '57;
let me know, can Mexicans go to Heaven?

The other day I spoke to the Reverend,
to see if he'd say that Mexicans could go to Heaven.
When I grow old, though I know this life is a blessing,
I wanna know, is there a Mexican Heaven Lord?
Will they charge an arm and leg for the new Mike Jordans;
or sell 'em half price so everyone can afford 'em?
What about tobacco products, do they ban 'em;
one thing about cigarettes: I just can't stand 'em.
Is minimum wage all they offer my people;
does my uncle gotta marry someone just to be legal?
Will he get dirty looks 'cause he can't speak English;
Do the chicks dress up or do they show their chichis?
What kind of clubs do they have in Heaven;
I don't dance Techno and no Two-Steppin'.
I got a few warrants, will they follow me there;
or can I start clean with a record that's clear?
Is my pitbull there; his name is Plex,
He choked on his chain jumpin' over the fence.
I'm sorry if I'm askin' you too many questions,
I just gotta know, can Mexicans go to Heaven?

The other day I spoke to the Reverend,
to see if he'd say that Mexicans could go to Heaven.
When I grow old, though I know this life is a blessing,
I wanna know, is there a Mexican Heaven Lord?


Lyrics submitted by solikeyeahh

Mexican Heaven song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top
explain