[2Pac]  Searching for Black Jesus  Oh yeah, sportin jewels and s**t, yaknahmean?  (Black Jesus; you can be Christian  Baptist, Jehovah Witness)  Straight tatted up, no doubt, no doubt  (Islamic, won't matter to me  I'm a thug; thugs, we praise Black Jesus, all day)  Young Kadafi in this bi**h, set it off ni**a..  What?    [Kadafi]  I do my shootin's on a knob, prayin to God for my squad  Stuck in a nightmare, hopin he might care  Though times is hard, up against all odds, I play my cards   like I'm jailin, shots hittin up my spot like midnight rains hailin  Got me bailin to stacks more green; Gods ain't tryin to be trapped  on no block slangin no rocks like bean pies  Brainstorm on the beginnin  Wonder how s**t like the Qu'ran and the Bible was written  What is religion?  Gods words all cursed like crack  Shai-tan's way of gettin us back  Or just another one of my Black JesuS traps    [Storm]  Who's got the heart to stand beside me?  I feel my enemies creepin up in silence  Dark prayer, scream violence - demons all around me  Can't even bend my knees just a lost cloud; Black Jesus  give me a reason to survive, in this earthly hell  Cause I swear, they tryin to break my well  I'm on the edge lookin down at this volatile pit  Will it matter if I cease to exist? Black Jesus    [2Pac]  All hail, the pressure no endeavor can fail  Some missin souls turn to hoes when exposed to jail  In times of war we need somebody raw, rally the troops  like a Saint that we can trust to help to carry us through  Black Jesus, hahahahaha  He's like a Saint that we can trust to help to carry us through  Black Jesus    [Young Noble]  Outlawz we got our own race, culture, religion  Rebellin against the system, commence to lynchin  The President ain't even listenin to the pain of the youth  We make music for eternity, forever the truth  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  Soon as the sky get bright, it's just another storm  Brothers gone, now labeled a statistic  Ain't no love for us ghetto kids, they call us nigglets  History repeats itself, nuttin new  In school I knew, e'rything I read wasn't true  Black Jesus    [2Pac]  To this click I'm dedicated, criminal orientated  An Outlaw initiated, blazed and faded  Made for terror, major league ni**az pray together  bi**hes in they grave while my real ni**az play together  We die clutchin gla*ses, filled with liquor bomblastic  Creamated, last wishes ni**a smoke my ashes  High sigh why die wishin, hopin for possibilities  I'll mob on, why they copy me sloppily  Cops patrol projects, hatin the people livin in them  I was born an inmate, waitin to escape the prison  Went to church but don't understand it, they underhanded  God gave me these commandments, the world is scandalous  Blast til they holy high; baptize they evil minds  Wise, no longer blinded, watch me shine trick  Which one of y'all wanna feel the degrees?  bi**hes freeze facin Black Jesus    [2Pac]  All hail, the pressure no endeavor can fail  Some missin souls turn to hoes when exposed to jail  In times of war we need somebody raw, rally the troops  like a Saint that we can trust to help to carry us through  Black Jesus    [Kastro]  Some say, some day, some how, some way, we gon' fail  And it ain't hard to tell, we dwell in hell  Trapped, black, scarred and barred  Searching for truth, where it's hard to find God  I play the Pied Piper, and to this Thug Life, I'm a lifer  Proceed, to turn up the speed, just for stripes  My Black Jesus, walk through this valley with me  Where we, so used to hard times and casualties  Indeed, it hurt me deep to have to sleep on the streets  And haven't eaten in weeks, so save a prayer for me  And all the young thugs, raised on drugs and guns  Blazed out and numb, slaves to this slums  This ain't livin... Jesus    [singers repeat in background 3X]  We believed in you  Everything you do  Just wanna let you know, how we feel  Black Jesus!    Searchin for Black Jesus  It's hard, it's hard  We need help out here  So we searchins for Black Jesus  It's like a Saint, that we pray to in the ghetto, to get us through  Somebody that understand our pain  You know maybe not too perfect, you know  Somebody that hurt like we hurt  Somebody that smoke like we smoke  Drink like we drink  That understand where we coming from  That's who we pray to  We need help y'all