Black Sunday

[Chorus: Organized Konfusion]

Lord, help me out now

We gotta get together

We gotta organize

No matter the weather

It's a Black Sunday, hey

[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]

I used to watch my grandmother catch the Holy Ghost in church

For her soul, she would search

Five years later now I'm off to work

In a department store, I'm foldin' pants and shirts

At the end of the week, Lord

Just enough loot to put some cheap sneakers on my feet

That's when I made a promise to my mama, I said

"I bet ya you see me at the Apollo one day and I'ma

Be kickin' that phat funk shit

Black, mackadocious, speakers in the back trunk shit"

'Cause the boss is bossing me, that's costing me

To miss classes and I feel he's forcing me

To be a jackass in the future

Then who's gonna shoot ya?

At this point in my life is where I chose to write rhymes

Instead of doing crimes

1986 to 1989

Organized Konfusion did not get signed

But we will soon one day

Until then, I return at twelve noon on the track, Black Sunday

[Chorus: Organized Konfusion]

Lord, help me out now

We gotta get together

We gotta organize

No matter the weather

It's a Black Sunday, hey

[Verse 2: Prince Po]

Yeah, remember losing a loved one, Lord help us to make it over

Delete the pork, cigarettes and forty-nine cent soda

We came a long way and I'm still runnin' for my freedom

Still have one hundred miles to go, escape from the

Crack vials, so, you can feed that baby

I used to ride the elevator with the crazy lady

A year later I made demo cassettes with the Monch

And Tystick was on the fader, rhymes ran out quick so I

Encouraged Monch to start writing rhymes

And Mrs. J cooked dinner, then we came into same hard times

Sour contract shouldn't have been on the plate

Two apes escaped, back to L.A. with our demo tape

The state of mind I was in since Paul C died is that

I gotta get mines, representin' 40 Projects

So I'm all-in, gotta make papes and all that

Close my own record deal 'cause I can't fall for that

Old snake shit, hissin' in the grass

For the cash, little sis needs tuition, listen

If you're missin' my money, my fist you will be kissin'

Damn, I don't even understand

[Chorus: Organized Konfusion]

Lord, help me out now

We gotta get together

We gotta organize

No matter the weather

It's a Black Sunday

[Outro]

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Like to say what's up to my whole herd

Like to say rest in peace to my man Dalou

And rest in peace to my man Juice

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