Black Jesuz
Cops patrol projects / Hatin’ the people livin’ in them / I was born an inmate / Waitin’ to escape the prison
[2Pac & (Kadafi])]
Searchin’ for Black Jesus
Oh yeah
Sportin’ jewels and shit, yaknahmean?
(You can be Christian)
Straight tatted up
(Straight Jehovah witness)
No doubt
(Islamic)
No doubt man
(Me, I’m a thug;
Thugs, we praise Black Jesus
All day)
Young Kadafi in this bitch
Set it off nigga
What?
[Kadafi]
I do my shootings on a knob
Prayin’ to God for my squad
Stuck in a nightmare
Hopin’ he might care
Though times is hard
Up against all odds
I play my cards
Like I’m jailin’
Shots hittin’ up my spot like midnight rains hailin’
Got me bailin’ to stash more green Gods
They ain’t tryin’ to be trapped
On no block slangin’ no rocks like bean pies
Brainstorm on the beginnin’
Wonder how shit like the Qu’ran
And the Bible was written
What is religion?
God’s words or a curse like crack?
Shai-tan’s way of gettin’ us back
Or just another one of my Black Jesus’ traps
[Storm]
Who’s got the heart to stand beside me?
I feel my enemies
Creepin’ up in silence
Dark prayer, scream violence
Demons all around me
Can’t even bend my knees
Just a lost cloud; Black Jesus
Give me a reason to survive
In this earthly hell
Cause I swear
They tryin’ to break my well
I’m on the edge lookin’ down at this bottomless pit
Will it matter if I cease to exist?
Black Jesus
[2Pac]
All hail
The pressure no endeavor can fail
Submissive souls turn to hoes
When exposed to jail
In times of war we need somebody raw
Rally the troops
Like a saint that we can trust to help to carry us through
Black Jesus
He’s like a saint that we can trust
To help to carry us through
Black Jesus
[Young Noble]
Outlawz we got our own race
Culture, religion
Rebellin’ against the system
Commence to lynchin’
The President ain’t even listenin’
To the pain of the youth
We make music for eternity
Forever the truth
Political prisoner
The two choices that they givin’ us
Ride or die
For life they sentence us
Oh Black Jesus
Please watch over my brother Shawn
Soon as the sky get bright
It’s just another storm
Brothers gone
Now labeled a statistic
Ain’t no love for us ghetto kids
They call us nigglets
History repeats itself
Nothing new
In school I knew
E’rything I read wasn’t true
Black Jesus
[2Pac]
To this clique I’m dedicated
Criminal orientated
An Outlaw initiated
Blazed and faded
Made for terror
Major league niggas pray together
Bitches in they grave
While my real niggas play together
We die clutchin’ glasses
Filled with liquor bomblastic
Cremated, last wishes niggas smoke my ashes
High sigh why die wishin’
Hopin’ for possibilities
I’ll mob on
While they copy me sloppily
Cops patrol projects
Hatin’ the people livin’ in them
I was born an inmate
Waitin’ to escape the prison
Went to church but don’t understand it
They underhanded
God gave me these commandments
The world is scandalous
Blast ’til they holy high
Baptize they evil minds
Wise, no longer blinded
Watch me shine trick
Which one of y’all wanna feel the degrees?
Bitches freeze facin’ Black Jesus
[2Pac]
All hail
The pressure no endeavor can fail
Submissive souls turn to hoes
When exposed to jail
In times of war we need somebody raw
Rally the troops
Like a saint that we can trust to help to carry us through
Black Jesus
[Kastro]
Some say, some day, some how, some way, we gon’ fail
And it ain’t hard to tell
we dwell in hell
Trapped, black, scarred and barred
Searchin’ for truth
where it’s hard to find God
I play the Pied Piper, and to this Thug Life
I’m a lifer
Proceed, to turn up the speed, just for stripes
My Black Jesus
walk through this valley with me
Where we
so used to hard times and casualties
Indeed, it hurt me deep to have to sleep on the streets
And haven’t eaten in weeks
so save a prayer for me
And all the young thugs
raised on drugs and guns
Blazed out and numb
slaves to this slums
This ain’t livin’...
Jesus
[Hook] (x3)
We believed in you
Everything you do
Just wanna let you know, how we feel
Black Jesus!
[Kastro] (over Hook)
Searchin’ for Black Jesus
It’s hard, it’s hard
We need help out here
So we searchin’ for Black Jesus
It’s like a Saint
That we pray to in the ghetto
To get us through
Somebody that understand our pain
You know maybe not too perfect, you know
Somebody that hurt like we hurt
Somebody that smoke like we smoke
Drink like we drink
That understand where we comin’ from
That’s who we pray to
We need help y’all