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letra de black jesus - kane & abel

(master p)
-like 2pac said, only god can judge me
-but i think only black jesus can help me

verse 1 (kane)

six in the morning and i see the sunrise
wish i died in my sleep didn’t want to open my eyes
to see this world so f-cked up for me
and my family, worked so hard but can earn a decent salary
these bills keep whooping a n-gga -ss
spent my whole check trying to dress with cl-ss
i found myself having to smoke weed just to chill
both my parents got k!lled and i ain’t cried still
all my n-ggas getting shot, peoples mama’s smoking rock
and who the h-ll can stop these f-cked up cops
they like to overseaers and we like the slave b-tches
offer p-ssy to a n-gga even though they got aids
you jumping in that p-ssy thatn you diving in the grave
white man build the prison and the n-ggas come through
like the motherf-ckers giving out free barbeque
lock a n-gga up for life and say f-ck you
most of ya’ll ain’t make it p-ss the 12th grade
that’s why you making minimum wage or slanging rocks for chump change
alot of people died for the right to vote
we don’t use white devils taking n-gga land and missuse it
on top of that i think my uncle on crack
my boy quay shaun took a slug in his back
]from another black now he in the coma trying to make it back
come on come on
my old lady think she pregnant i ain’t got no cash for her
she probably f-cking another n-gga i wouldn’t put it past her
my mind got me murderous like john doe
b-tch -ss n-ggas trying to play me like a hoe
and now i’m rolling round sucking on a steel d-ck
bout to pull the trigger end it cause i’m tired of this bullsh-t
know what i’m saying grown men don’t cry
but the ghetto got me wheeping like a b-tch i’m gone die on my knees

(chorus)

black jesus tell me why this world so f-cked up
allah, tell me why this world so f-cked up
black jesus tell me why this world so f-cked up for me
for me a n-gga

verse 2 (abel)

they say that i was dealt some bad cards in this game of life
but before i take my trip i’m gone leave with them stripes
sending dime bags of weed, toting nines til nose bleeds
my nerve so bad i had to pop one of those b’s
i had to strap my jimmy hat or catch this double mint disease
see the devil in a crack pipe pointing at me
i seen a n-gga shaking just lke he caught the holy ghost
but he really scored a gram of heroin for 80 bones
i got them stones, if you take a hit you can’t resist
now i’m crying, i think one of my brothers on that sh-t
do you care if you live or die, really i don’t know
but if there’s h-ll below i think we all gonna go

(chorus)

verse 3 (master p)

tell me is this heaven, is this h-ll
i ain’t ll, but all i hear is funeral bells
the ghetto’s trying to k!ll me, a born loser
a born hustler my uncle’s a drug user
i’m from the projects or should i say the 3rd ward
where fools into k!lling and fiends walk like androids
hooked up with the twins or should i say kane & abel
trying to keep some change in my pockets, some food on my table

verse 4 (silkk)

you know what p your right
cause silkk was on the block like last night
n-ggas doing anything from selling drugs
to sell mugs smoking that gl-ss pipe
i’m from a messed up city where n-ggas don’t live long
they parents out-live they kids
rest in peace to my homie they like split his wig
now who won’t walk that last mile to they death
imaging taking a deep (inhales) that was your last breath
just imaging your mom was prost-tuting your mom was smoking
imagine your eyes don’t close imagine your eyes don’t open
i be like trying to keep the world and stay tru
there’s too much drama in my hood, gotta stay cool

verse 5 (master p)

as i lay me down to sleep
black jesus if you real, take me out this ghetto g
cause its crazy its wicked
i got n-ggas on every block trying to get a meal, ticket
they k!lling they murder
little kids in 3 inch girdles
and life is just like pac man
n-ggas gumping up n-ggas but who gone be the next man
to lose his shoes, i mean lose his life
who gone think twice, dying in this ghetto life
cause in the white house, politicians run the country
but where i’m from in the ghetto’s its bout drug money
ice cream slanging
n-ggas banging red and blue everybody’s hanging
n-ggas bout it, little kids get rowdy
but will i make it out this ghetto, i doubt it

(kane & abel talking)

i think the devil trying to get me to sell my soul
he keep on walking with me, he keep on talking with me
i think the devil’s trying to get me to sell my soul
he trying to temp me with the b-tches and money

black jesus black jesus if you feel me
than save me and my ghetto people

- kane abel

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