| Searching for Black Jesus
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| Oh yeah, sportin jewels and shit, yaknahmean?
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| (Black Jesus; you can be Christian
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| Baptist, Jehovah Witness)
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| Straight tatted up, no doubt, no doubt
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| (Islamic, won’t matter to me
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| I’m a thug; |
| thugs, we praise Black Jesus, all day)
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| Young Kadafi in this bitch, set it off nigga.
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| What?
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| I do my shootin’s on a knob, prayin to God for my squad
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| Stuck in a nightmare, hopin he might care
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| Though times is hard, up against all odds, I play my cards
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| like I’m jailin, shots hittin up my spot like midnight rains hailin
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| Got me bailin to stacks more green; |
| Gods ain’t tryin to be trapped
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| on no block slangin no rocks like bean pies
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| Brainstorm on the beginnin
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| Wonder how shit like the Qu’ran and the Bible was written
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| What is religion?
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| Gods words all cursed like crack
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| Shai-tan's way of gettin us back
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| Or just another one of my Black JesuS traps
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| Who’s got the heart to stand beside me?
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| I feel my enemies creepin up in silence
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| Dark prayer, scream violence — demons all around me Can’t even bend my knees just a lost cloud; |
| Black Jesus
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| give me a reason to survive, in this earthly hell
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| Cause I swear, they tryin to break my well
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| I’m on the edge lookin down at this volatile pit
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| Will it matter if I cease to exist? |
| Black Jesus
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| All hail, the pressure no endeavor can fail
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| Some missin souls turn to hoes when exposed to jail
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| In times of war we need somebody raw, rally the troops
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| like a Saint that we can trust to help to carry us through
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| Black Jesus, hahahahaha
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| He’s like a Saint that we can trust to help to carry us through
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| Black Jesus
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| Outlawz we got our own race, culture, religion
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| Rebellin against the system, commence to lynchin
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| The President ain’t even listenin to the pain of the youth
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| We make music for eternity, forever the truth
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| 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
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| Soon as the sky get bright, it’s just another storm
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| Brothers gone, now labeled a statistic
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| Ain’t no love for us ghetto kids, they call us nigglets
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| History repeats itself, nuttin new
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| In school I knew, e’rything I read wasn’t true
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| Black Jesus
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| To this click I’m dedicated, criminal orientated
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| An Outlaw initiated, blazed and faded
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| Made for terror, major league niggaz pray together
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| Bitches in they grave while my real niggaz play together
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| We die clutchin glasses, filled with liquor bomblastic
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| Creamated, last wishes nigga smoke my ashes
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| High sigh why die wishin, hopin for possibilities
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| I’ll mob on, why they copy me sloppily
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| Cops patrol projects, hatin the people livin in them
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| I was born an inmate, waitin to escape the prison
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| Went to church but don’t understand it, they underhanded
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| God gave me these commandments, the world is scandalous
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| Blast til they holy high; |
| baptize they evil minds
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| Wise, no longer blinded, watch me shine trick
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| Which one of y’all wanna feel the degrees?
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| Bitches freeze facin Black Jesus
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| All hail, the pressure no endeavor can fail
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| Some missin souls turn to hoes when exposed to jail
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| In times of war we need somebody raw, rally the troops
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| like a Saint that we can trust to help to carry us through
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| Black Jesus
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| Some say, some day, some how, some way, we gon’fail
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| And it ain’t hard to tell, we dwell in hell
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| Trapped, black, scarred and barred
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| Searching for truth, where it’s hard to find God
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| I play the Pied Piper, and to this Thug Life, I’m a lifer
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| Proceed, to turn up the speed, just for stripes
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| My Black Jesus, walk through this valley with me Where we, so used to hard times and casualties
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| Indeed, it hurt me deep to have to sleep on the streets
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| And haven’t eaten in weeks, so save a prayer for me And all the young thugs, raised on drugs and guns
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| Blazed out and numb, slaves to this slums
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| This ain’t livin… Jesus
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| We believed in you
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| Everything you do Just wanna let you know, how we feel
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| Black Jesus!
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| Searchin for Black Jesus
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| It’s hard, it’s hard
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| We need help out here
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| So we searchins for Black Jesus
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| It’s like a Saint, that we pray to in the ghetto, to get us through
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| Somebody that understand our pain
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| You know maybe not too perfect, you know
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| Somebody that hurt like we hurt
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| Somebody that smoke like we smoke
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| Drink like we drink
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| That understand where we coming from
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| That’s who we pray to We need help y’all |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Jesuz, artist - 2Pac. Album song Still I Rise, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп