Black Jesuz

[Intro: 2Pac & Kadafi] Searchin' for Black Jesus Oh yeah, sportin' jewels and shit, yaknahmean? (you can be Christian) Straight tatted up Straight Jehovah witness (no doubt) Islamic (no doubt man) Me, I'm a thug; thugs, we praise Black Jesus, all day Young Kadafi in this bitch, set it off nigga— What? [Verse 1: Kadafi] I do my shootings 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 stash more green Gods They ain't tryin' to be trapped on Bo 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? God's words or a curse like crack? Shai-tan's way of gettin' us back Or just another one of my Black Jesus' traps [Verse 2: Storm] 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 will I'm on the edge lookin' down at this bottomless pit Will it matter if I cease to exist? Black Jesus [Hook: 2Pac] All hail, the pressure no endeavor can fail Submissive 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 He's like a saint that we can trust to help to carry us through Black Jesus [Verse 3: Young Noble] 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 [Verse 4: 2Pac] To this clique I'm dedicated, criminal orientated An Outlaw initiated, blazed and faded Made for terror, major league niggas pray together Bitches in they grave while my real niggas play together We die clutchin' glasses, filled with liquor bomblastic Cremated, last wishes niggas smoke my ashes High sigh why die wishin', hopin' for possibilities I'll mob on, while 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 [Hook: 2Pac] All hail, the pressure no endeavor can fail Submissive 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 [Verse 5: Kastro] 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 Searchin' 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 [Background Overlapped singing]​ We believed in you Everything you do Just wanna let you know, how we feel Black Jesus! We believed in you Everything you do Just wanna let you know, how we feel Black Jesus! We believed in you Everything you do Just wanna let you know, how we feel Black Jesus! [Collision: Kastro] Searchin' for Black Jesus It's hard, it's hard We need help out here So we searchin' 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 comin' from That's who we pray to We need help y'all