Kane & Able - Black Jesus Lyrics
Master p)-like 2pac said, only God can judge me-but I think only black jesus can help meVerse 1 (kane)Six in the morning and I see the sunriseWish I died in my sleep didnt want to open my eyesTo see this world so *****ed up for meAnd my family, worked so hard but can earn a decent salary,These bills keep whooping a nigga assSpent my whole check trying to dress with classI found myself having to smoke weed just to chillBoth my parents got killed and I aint cried stillAll my niggas getting shot, peoples mamas smoking rockAnd who the hell can stop these *****ed up copsThey like to overseaers and we like the slave *****esOffer ***** to a nigga even though they got aidsYou jumping in that ***** thatn you diving in the graveWhite man build the prison and the niggas come throughLike the mother*****ers giving out free barbequeLock a nigga up for life and say ***** youMost of yall aint make it pass the 12th gradeThats why you making minimum wage or slanging rocks for chump changeAlot of people died for the right to voteWe dont use white devils taking nigga land and missuse itOn top of that I think my uncle on crackMy boy quay shaun took a slug in his back>from another black now he in the coma trying to make it backCome on come onMy old lady think she pregnant I aint got no cash for herShe probably *****ing another nigga I wouldnt put it past herMy mind got me murderous like john doe***** ass niggas trying to play me like a hoeAnd now Im rolling round sucking on a steel dickBout to pull the trigger end it cause Im tired of this bullshitKnow what Im saying grown men dont cryBut the ghetto got me wheeping like a ***** Im gone die on my knees(chorus)Black jesus tell me why this world so *****ed upAllah, tell me why this world so *****ed upBlack jesus tell me why this world so *****ed up for meFor me a niggaVerse 2 (abel)They say that I was dealt some bad cards in this game of lifeBut before I take my trip Im gone leave with them stripesSending dime bags of weed, toting nines til nose bleedsMy nerve so bad I had to pop one of those bsI had to strap my jimmy hat or catch this double mint diseaseSee the devil in a crack pipe pointing at meI seen a nigga shaking just lke he caught the holy ghostBut he really scored a gram of heroin for 80 bonesI got them stones, if you take a hit you cant resistNow Im crying, I think one of my brothers on that shitDo you care if you live or die, really I dont knowBut if theres hell below I think we all gonna go(chorus)Verse 3 (master p)Tell me is this heaven, is this hellI aint ll, but all I hear is funeral bellsThe ghettos trying to kill me, a born loserA born hustler my uncles a drug userIm from the projects or should I say the 3rd wardWhere fools into killing and fiends walk like androidsHooked up with the twins or should I say kane & abelTrying to keep some change in my pockets, some food on my tableVerse 4 (silkk)You know what p your rightCause silkk was on the block like last nightNiggaz doing anything from selling drugsTo sell mugs smoking that glass pipeIm from a messed up city where niggas dont live longThey parents out-live they kidsRest in peace to my homie they like split his wigNow who wont walk that last mile to they deathImaging taking a deep (inhales) that was your last breathJust imaging your mom was prostituting your mom was smokingImagine your eyes dont close imagine your eyes dont openI be like trying to keep the world and stay truTheres too much drama in my hood, gotta stay coolVerse 5 (master p)As I lay me down to sleepBlack jesus if you real, take me out this ghetto gCause its crazy its wickedI got niggaz on every block trying to get a meal, ticketThey killing they murderLittle kids in 3 inch girdlesAnd life is just like pac manNiggaz gumping up niggas but who gone be the next manTo lose his shoes, I mean lose his lifeWho gone think twice, dying in this ghetto lifeCause in the white house, politicians run the countryBut where Im from in the ghettos its bout drug moneyIce cream slangingNiggas banging red and blue everybodys hangingNiggas bout it, little kids get rowdyBut will I make it out this ghetto, I doubt it(kane & abel talking)I think the devil trying to get me to sell my soulHe keep on walking with me, he keep on talking with meI think the devils trying to get me to sell my soulHe trying to temp me with the *****es and moneyBlack jesus black jesus if you feel meThan save me and my ghetto people
