[2Pac]
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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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[Kadafi]
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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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[Storm]
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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
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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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[2Pac]
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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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[Young Noble]
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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
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Ride or die, for life they sentence us
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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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[2Pac]
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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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[2Pac]
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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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[Kastro]
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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
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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
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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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{*singers repeat in background 3X*}
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We believed in you
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Everything you do
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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 hel |
