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Versuri 2pac Black Jesuz

Searching for Black Jesus, oh yeah 
Sportin' jewels and shit, you know what I mean? 
Straight tatted up, no doubt, no doubt 
Young Kadafi in this bitch, set it off nigga, what? 
 
I do my shootin's 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 stacks more green 
 
Gods ain't tryin' to be trapped on no 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? Gods words all cursed like crack 
Shaitan's way of gettin' us back or just another 
One of my Black Jesus traps 
 
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 well 
I'm on the edge lookin' down at this volatile pit 
Will it matter if I cease to exist? Black Jesus 
 
All hail, the pressure no endeavor can fail 
Some missin 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, ha ha ha ha ha 
He's like a Saint that we can trust to help to carry us through 
Black Jesus 
 
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 
 
To this click I'm dedicated, criminal orientated 
An Outlaw initiated, blazed and faded 
Made for terror, major league niggaz pray together 
Bitches in they grave while my real niggaz play together 
 
We die clutchin' glasses, filled with liquor bomblastic 
Cremated, last wishes nigga smoke my ashes 
High sigh why die wishin', hopin' for possibilities 
I'll mob on, why 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 
 
All hail, the pressure no endeavor can fail 
Some missin' 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 
 
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 
Searching 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 
 
We believed in You everything You do 
Just wanna let you know, how we feel 
Black Jesus 
 
Searchin' for Black Jesus 
It's hard, it's hard we need help out here 
So we searchin's 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 coming from 
That's who we pray to we need help y'all
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