Black Jesuz Lyrics - Still I Rise (with Outlawz) - 2pac

Searching for Black Jesus, oh yeah 

Sportin' jewels and shit, you know what I mean? 

Straight tatted up, no doubt, no doubt 

Young Kadafi in this bitch, set it off nigga, 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 shit like the Qu'ran and the Bible was written 

What is religion? Gods words all cursed like crack 

Shaitan's way of gettin' us back or just another 

One of my Black Jesus traps 

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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, ha ha ha ha ha 

He's like a Saint that we can trust to help to carry us through 

Black Jesus 

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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 niggaz pray together 

Bitches in they grave while my real niggaz play together 

We die clutchin' glasses, filled with liquor bomblastic 

Cremated, last wishes nigga 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? 

Bitches 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 searchin's 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