(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 fucked up for me   And my family, worked so hard but can earn a decent salary,    these bills keep whooping a nigga ass   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 niggas getting shot, peoples mama's smoking rock   And who the hell can stop these fucked up cops   They like to overseaers and we like the slave bitches   Offer pussy to a nigga even though they got AIDS   You jumping in that pussy thatn you diving in the grave   White man build the prison and the niggas come through   Like the motherfuckers giving out free barbeque   Lock a nigga up for life and say fuck 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 nigga 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 fucking another nigga I wouldn't put it past her   My mind got me murderous like John Doe   Bitch ass niggas 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 bullshit    Know what I'm saying grown men don't cry   But the ghetto got me wheeping like a bitch I'm gone die on my knees      (Chorus)      Black Jesus tell me why this world so fucked up   Allah, tell me why this world so fucked up   Black Jesus tell me why this world so fucked up for me   For me a nigga      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 nigga 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 shit   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   Niggaz doing anything from selling drugs    to sell mugs smoking that glass pipe   I'm from a messed up city where niggas 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 its crazy its wicked   I got niggaz 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   Niggaz gumping up niggas 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   Niggas banging red and blue everybody's hanging   Niggas 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 bitches and money      Black Jesus black jesus if you feel me   Than save me and my ghetto people