Black Jesus

(Master P)<br>-Like 2Pac said, only God can judge me<br>-But I think only black Jesus can help me<br><br>Verse 1 (Kane)<br><br>Six in the morning and I see the sunrise<br>Wish I died in my sleep didn`t want to open my eyes<br>To see this world so fucked up for me<br>And my family, worked so hard but can earn a decent salary, <br>these bills keep whooping a nigga ass<br>Spent my whole check trying to dress with class<br>I found myself having to smoke weed just to chill<br>Both my parents got killed and I ain`t cried still<br>All my niggas getting shot, peoples mama`s smoking rock<br>And who the hell can stop these fucked up cops<br>They like to overseaers and we like the slave bitches<br>Offer pussy to a nigga even though they got AIDS<br>You jumping in that pussy thatn you diving in the grave<br>White man build the prison and the niggas come through<br>Like the motherfuckers giving out free barbeque<br>Lock a nigga up for life and say fuck you<br>Most of ya`ll ain`t make it pass the 12th grade<br>That`s why you making minimum wage or slanging rocks for chump change<br>Alot of people died for the right to vote<br>We don`t use white devils taking nigga land and missuse it<br>On top of that I think my uncle on crack<br>My boy Quay Shaun took a slug in his back<br>>From another black now he in the coma trying to make it back<br>Come on come on<br>My old lady think she pregnant I ain`t got no cash for her<br>She probably fucking another nigga I wouldn`t put it past her<br>My mind got me murderous like John Doe<br>Bitch ass niggas trying to play me like a hoe<br>And now I`m rolling round sucking on a steel dick<br>Bout to pull the trigger end it cause I`m tired of this bullshit <br>Know what I`m saying grown men don`t cry<br>But the ghetto got me wheeping like a bitch I`m gone die on my knees<br><br>(Chorus)<br><br>Black Jesus tell me why this world so fucked up<br>Allah, tell me why this world so fucked up<br>Black Jesus tell me why this world so fucked up for me<br>For me a nigga<br><br>Verse 2 (Abel)<br><br>They say that I was dealt some bad cards in this game of life<br>But before I take my trip I`m gone leave with them stripes<br>Sending dime bags of weed, toting nines til nose bleeds<br>My nerve so bad I had to pop one of those b`s<br>I had to strap my jimmy hat or catch this double mint disease<br>See the devil in a crack pipe pointing at me<br>I seen a nigga shaking just lke he caught the holy ghost<br>But he really scored a gram of heroin for 80 bones<br>I got them stones, if you take a hit you can`t resist<br>Now I`m crying, I think one of my brothers on that shit<br>Do you care if you live or die, really I don`t know<br>But if there`s hell below I think we all gonna go<br><br>(Chorus)<br><br>Verse 3 (Master P)<br><br>Tell me is this heaven, is this hell<br>I ain`t LL, but all I hear is funeral bells<br>The ghetto`s trying to kill me, a born loser<br>A born hustler my uncle`s a drug user<br>I`m from the projects or should I say the 3rd Ward<br>Where fools into killing and fiends walk like androids<br>Hooked up with the twins or should I say Kane & Abel<br>Trying to keep some change in my pockets, some food on my table<br><br>Verse 4 (Silkk)<br><br>You know what P your right<br>Cause Silkk was on the block like last night<br>Niggaz doing anything from selling drugs <br>to sell mugs smoking that glass pipe<br>I`m from a messed up city where niggas don`t live long <br>they parents out-live they kids<br>Rest in peace to my homie they like split his wig<br>Now who won`t walk that last mile to they death<br>Imaging taking a deep (inhales) that was your last breath<br>Just imaging your mom was prostituting your mom was smoking<br>Imagine your eyes don`t close imagine your eyes don`t open<br>I be like trying to keep the world and stay TRU<br>There`s too much drama in my hood, gotta stay cool<br><br>Verse 5 (Master P)<br><br>As I lay me down to sleep<br>Black Jesus if you real, take me out this ghetto g<br>Cause its crazy its wicked<br>I got niggaz on every block trying to get a meal, ticket<br>They killing they murder<br>Little kids in 3 inch girdles<br>And life is just like Pac Man<br>Niggaz gumping up niggas but who gone be the next man<br>To lose his shoes, I mean lose his life<br>Who gone think twice, dying in this ghetto life<br>Cause in the White House, politicians run the country<br>But where I`m from in the ghetto`s its bout drug money<br>Ice cream slanging<br>Niggas banging red and blue everybody`s hanging<br>Niggas bout it, little kids get rowdy<br>But will I make it out this ghetto, I doubt it<br><br>(Kane & Abel talking)<br><br>I think the devil trying to get me to sell my soul<br>He keep on walking with me, he keep on talking with me<br>I think the devil`s trying to get me to sell my soul<br>He trying to temp me with the bitches and money<br><br>Black Jesus black jesus if you feel me<br>Than save me and my ghetto people