Kane & Abel - Black JesusLyrics

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