Black Jesus

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

a lot 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 be '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