[Intro: 2Pac & Kadafi]Searchin' for Black JesusOh yeah, sportin' jewels and shit, yaknahmean?(you can be Christian)Straight tatted upStraight Jehovah witness (no doubt)Islamic (no doubt man)Me, I'm a thug; thugs, we praise Black Jesus, all dayYoung Kadafi in this bitch, set it off nigga—What?[Verse 1: Kadafi]I do my shootings on a knob, prayin' to God for my squadStuck in a nightmare, hopin' he might careThough times is hard, up against all odds, I play my cardsLike I'm jailin', shots hittin' up my spot like midnight rains hailin'Got me bailin' to stash more greenGodsThey ain't tryin' to be trappedOn no block slangin' no rocks like bean piesBrainstorm on the beginnin'Wonder how shit like the Qu'ran and the Bible was writtenWhat is religion?God's words or a curse like crack?Shai-tan's way of gettin' us backOr just another one of my Black Jesus' traps[Verse 2: Storm]Who's got the heart to stand beside me?I feel my enemies creepin' up in silenceDark prayer, scream violence - demons all around meCan't even bend my knees just a lost cloud; Black JesusGive me a reason to survive, in this earthly hell'Cause I swear, they tryin' to break my willI'm on the edge lookin' down at this bottomless pitWill it matter if I cease to exist? Black Jesus[Hook: 2Pac]All hail, the pressure no endeavor can failSubmissive souls turn to hoes when exposed to jailIn times of war we need somebody raw, rally the troopsLike a saint that we can trust to help to carry us throughBlack JesusHe's like a saint that we can trust to help to carry us throughBlack Jesus[Verse 3: Young Noble]Outlawz we got our own race, culture, religionRebellin' against the system, commence to lynchin'The president ain't even listenin' to the pain of the youthWe make music for eternity, forever the truthPolitical prisoner, the two choices that they givin' usRide or die, for life they sentence usOh Black Jesus, please watch over my brother ShawnSoon as the sky get bright, it's just another stormBrothers gone, now labeled a statisticAin't no love for us ghetto kids, they call us niggletsHistory repeats itself, nuttin newIn school I knew, e'rything I read wasn't trueBlack Jesus[Verse 4: 2Pac]To this clique I'm dedicated, criminal orientatedAn Outlaw initiated, blazed and fadedMade for terror, major league niggas pray togetherBitches in they grave while my real niggas play togetherWe die clutchin' glasses, filled with liquor bomblasticCremated, last wishes niggas smoke my ashesHigh sigh why die wishin', hopin' for possibilitiesI'll mob on, while they copy me sloppilyCops patrol projects, hatin' the people livin' in themI was born an inmate, waitin' to escape the prisonWent to church but don't understand it, they underhandedGod gave me these commandments, the world is scandalousBlast 'til they holy high; baptize they evil mindsWise, no longer blinded, watch me shine trickWhich one of y'all wanna feel the degrees?Bitches freeze facin' Black Jesus[Hook: 2Pac]All hail, the pressure no endeavor can failSubmissive souls turn to hoes when exposed to jailIn times of war we need somebody raw, rally the troopsLike a saint that we can trust to help to carry us throughBlack Jesus[Verse 5: Kastro]Some say, some day, some how, some way, we gon' failAnd it ain't hard to tell, we dwell in hellTrapped, black, scarred and barredSearchin' for truth, where it's hard to find GodI play the Pied Piper, and to this Thug Life, I'm a liferProceed, to turn up the speed, just for stripesMy Black Jesus, walk through this valley with meWhere we, so used to hard times and casualtiesIndeed, it hurt me deep to have to sleep on the streetsAnd haven't eaten in weeks, so save a prayer for meAnd all the young thugs, raised on drugs and gunsBlazed out and numb, slaves to this slumsThis ain't livin'— Jesus[Background Overlapped singing]We believed in youEverything you doJust wanna let you know, how we feelBlack Jesus!We believed in youEverything you doJust wanna let you know, how we feelBlack Jesus!We believed in youEverything you doJust wanna let you know, how we feelBlack Jesus![Collision: Kastro]Searchin' for Black JesusIt's hard, it's hardWe need help out hereSo we searchin' for Black JesusIt's like a Saint, that we pray to in the ghetto, to get us throughSomebody that understand our painYou know maybe not too perfect, you knowSomebody that hurt like we hurtSomebody that smoke like we smokeDrink like we drinkThat understand where we comin' fromThat's who we pray toWe need help y'all
