Featuring Master PSilkk the Shocker
(Master P)
Like 2Pac saidonly 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 $#&@ed up for me
And my familyworked so hard but can earn a decent salary

These bills keep whooping a ^!$$% $$#
Spent my whole check trying to dress with class
I found myself having to smoke weed just to chill

Both my parents got killed and I ain't cried still
All my ^!$$%s getting shot, peoples mama's smoking rock
And who the hell can stop these $#&@ed up cops

They like to overseaers and we like the slave (*##$es
Offer #~!!@ to a ^!$$% even though they got AIDS
You jumping in that #~!!@ thatn you diving in the grave

White man build the prison and the ^!$$%s come through
Like the mother$#&@ers giving out free barbeque
Lock a ^!$$% up for life and say $#&@ you

Most of ya'll ain't make it pass 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 ^!$$% 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 $#&@ing another ^!$$% I wouldn't put it past her
My mind got me murderous like John Doe
(*##$ $$# ^!$$%s trying to play me like a hoe

And now I'm rolling round sucking on a steel dick
Bout to pull the trigger end it cause I'm tired of this bull%#@!
Know what I'm saying grown men don't cry

But the ghetto got me wheeping like a (*##$ I'm gone die on my knees
(Chorus)
Black Jesus tell me why this world so $#&@ed up

Allah, tell me why this world so $#&@ed up
Black Jesus tell me why this world so $#&@ed up for me
For me a ^!$$%

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 ^!$$% shaking just lke he caught the holy ghost
But he really scored a gram of !@(% 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 %#@!
Do you care if you live or die, really I don't know

But if there's hell below I think we all gonna go
(Chorus)
Verse 3 (Master P)

Tell me is this heaven, is this hell
I ain't LL, but all I hear is funeral bells
The ghetto's trying to kill 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 killing 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
^!$$%z doing anything from selling drugs

To sell mugs smoking that glass pipe
I'm from a messed up city where ^!$$%s 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 prostituting 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 it's crazy it's wicked
I got ^!$$%z on every block trying to get a meal, ticket
They killing they murder

Little kids in 3 inch girdles
And life is just like Pac Man
^!$$%z gumping up ^!$$%s 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 it's bout drug money
Ice cream slanging
^!$$%s banging red and blue everybody's hanging
^!$$%s 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 (*##$es and money

Black Jesus black jesus if you feel me
Than save me and my ghetto people