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    2PAC

    Still I Rise 1999 ©

    Black Jesus

    Searching for Black Jesus
    Oh yeah, sportin jewels and s**t, yaknahmean?
    (Black Jesus; you can be Christian
    Baptist, Jehovah Witness)
    Straight tatted up, no doubt, no doubt
    (Islamic, won't matter to me
    I'm a thug; thugs, we praise Black Jesus, all day)
    Young Kadafi in this bi**h, set it off ni**a..
    What?


    I do my shootin's 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 stacks more green; Gods ain't tryin to be trapped
    on no block slangin no rocks like bean pies
    Brainstorm on the beginnin
    Wonder how s**t like the Qu'ran and the Bible was written
    What is religion?
    Gods words all cursed like crack
    Shai-tan's way of gettin us back
    Or just another one of my Black JesuS traps


    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 volatile pit
    Will it matter if I cease to exist? Black Jesus


    All hail, the pressure no endeavor can fail
    Some missin 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, hahahahaha
    He's like a Saint that we can trust to help to carry us through
    Black Jesus


    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, nuttin new
    In school I knew, e'rything I read wasn't true
    Black Jesus


    To this click I'm dedicated, criminal orientated
    An Outlaw initiated, blazed and faded
    Made for terror, major league ni**az pray together
    bi**hes in they grave while my real ni**az play together
    We die clutchin gla*ses, filled with liquor bomblastic
    Creamated, last wishes ni**a smoke my ashes
    High sigh why die wishin, hopin for possibilities
    I'll mob on, why 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?
    bi**hes freeze facin Black Jesus


    All hail, the pressure no endeavor can fail
    Some missin 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


    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
    Searching 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


    We believed in you
    Everything you do
    Just wanna let you know, how we feel
    Black Jesus!

    Searchin for Black Jesus
    It's hard, it's hard
    We need help out here
    So we searchins 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 coming from
    That's who we pray to
    We need help y'all

    1999 ©




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