[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