Black Jesus Lyrics - Kane & Able

(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 

Than save me and my ghetto people