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Lyrics for Black Jesus by Kane and Abel:
| | | Artist: | Kane and Abel |
| | Album: | The 7 Sins | | Track: | Black Jesus | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 216 | | | | Lyrics: | featuring Master P Silkk the Shocker
(Master P)
Like 2Pac said only God
can judge me
But I think only black Jesus can help me
Verse 1 (Kane)
Six in the morning and I see the sunrise
Wish I died in my sleep didn't want
to open my eyes
To see this world so fucked up for me
And my family worked so hard
but can earn a decent salary
these bills keep whooping a nigga ass
Spent my whole
check trying to dress with class
I found myself having to smoke weed just to chill
Both my parents got killed and I ain't cried still
All my niggas getting shot, peoples
mama's smoking rock
And who the hell can stop these fucked up cops
They like to
overseaers and we like the slave bitches
Offer pussy to a nigga even though they got AIDS
You jumping in that pussy thatn you diving in the grave
White man build the prison
and the niggas come through
Like the motherfuckers giving out free barbeque
Lock a
nigga up for life and say fuck you
Most of ya'll ain't make it pass the 12th grade
That's why you making minimum wage or slanging rocks for chump change
Alot of people died
for the right to vote
We don't use white devils taking nigga land and missuse it
On
top of that I think my uncle on crack
My boy Quay Shaun took a slug in his back
>From another black now he in the coma trying to make it back
Come on come on
My old
lady think she pregnant I ain't got no cash for her
She probably fucking another nigga I
wouldn't put it past her
My mind got me murderous like John Doe
Bitch ass niggas
trying to play me like a hoe
And now I'm rolling round sucking on a steel dick
Bout
to pull the trigger end it cause I'm tired of this bullshit
Know what I'm saying grown men
don't cry
But the ghetto got me wheeping like a bitch I'm gone die on my knees
(Chorus)
Black Jesus tell me why this world so fucked up
Allah, tell
me why this world so fucked up
Black Jesus tell me why this world so fucked up for me
For me a nigga
Verse 2 (Abel)
They say that I was dealt some
bad cards in this game of life
But before I take my trip I'm gone leave with them stripes
Sending dime bags of weed, toting nines til nose bleeds
My nerve so bad I had to pop
one of those b's
I had to strap my jimmy hat or catch this double mint disease
See
the devil in a crack pipe pointing at me
I seen a nigga shaking just lke he caught the holy
ghost
But he really scored a gram of heroin for 80 bones
I got them stones, if you
take a hit you can't resist
Now I'm crying, I think one of my brothers on that shit
Do you care if you live or die, really I don't know
But if there's hell below I think we all
gonna go
(Chorus)
Verse 3 (Master P)
Tell me is this
heaven, is this hell
I ain't LL, but all I hear is funeral bells
The ghetto's trying
to kill me, a born loser
A born hustler my uncle's a drug user
I'm from the projects
or should I say the 3rd Ward
Where fools into killing and fiends walk like androids
Hooked up with the twins or should I say Kane & Abel
Trying to keep some change in my
pockets, some food on my table
Verse 4 (Silkk)
You know what P your
right
Cause Silkk was on the block like last night
Niggaz doing anything from
selling drugs
to sell mugs smoking that glass pipe
I'm from a messed up city where
niggas don't live long
they parents out-live they kids
Rest in peace to my homie
they like split his wig
Now who won't walk that last mile to they death
Imaging
taking a deep (inhales) that was your last breath
Just imaging your mom was prostituting
your mom was smoking
Imagine your eyes don't close imagine your eyes don't open
I be like trying to keep the world and stay TRU
There's too much drama in
my hood, gotta stay cool
Verse 5 (Master P)
As I lay me down to
sleep
Black Jesus if you real, take me out this ghetto g
Cause its crazy its wicked
I got niggaz on every block trying to get a meal, ticket
They killing they murder
Little kids in 3 inch girdles
And life is just like Pac Man
Niggaz gumping up
niggas but who gone be the next man
To lose his shoes, I mean lose his life
Who gone
think twice, dying in this ghetto life
Cause in the White House, politicians run the country
But where I'm from in the ghetto's its bout drug money
Ice cream slanging
Niggas banging red and blue everybody's hanging
Niggas bout it, little kids get rowdy
But will I make it out this ghetto, I doubt it
(Kane & Abel talking)
I think the devil trying to get me to sell my soul
He keep on walking with me, he
keep on talking with me
I think the devil's trying to get me to sell my soul
He
trying to temp me with the bitches and money
Black Jesus black jesus if you feel me
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