before swine, I quiz them, they need more time Seek the wisdom, free your mind From the cobras, it's Priest and SoulStice We came to teach the culture
Somewhere between prayer and revolution Between Jesus and Huey P. Newton That?s where you find Jonny 5 shoot, shootin? Water guns at the audience while
, power to the people Nobody's equal, everybody's diverse and different My lyric'll never cheat you, my verse is gifted So manifest what you believe is God Almighty It could be Allah Jesus
afraid, I'm unafraid I'm unafraid, I'm not afraid I'm different from the rest somehow Blind to the wind, the news and the culture Deaf to the sound
east, I look to the west To the north and the south, and I'm not too impressed Time after time After crime after crime They raped, robbed, pillaged, enslaved and murdered Jesus
if you're talking bigotry it should be crystal clear The new world becond, the immigrants came Homogenized their culture, anglicized their names Then they painted Jesus
a victim's plea Don't find me misleading, deceiving I am what I seem, a symbol a product a broken culture But bruised, stoned, drunk, walking dead I
metaphysically bold Never followed a code Still dropped the load Never question," What I am?" God knows Cause it's comin' from the heart What I got better get some Hustler of culture
do through And through and I give you the news With a twist It's just his Ghetto point-of-view The renegade You been afraid I penetrate pop culture Bring
world torn I?m from where the Catholic church is some racist shit They helped Europe and America rape this bitch They pray to white Spanish Jesus whose
based on the life I was given like them white boys; +Losing My Religion+ I used to be a christian and a political pawn the bible is right and all your native culture
s time to shine and the lights flash Holding out my fingers to the sky in a tight grasp Then run like Jerry Rice on a nice pass Put a spotlight right on Jesus
steady throwing up your name Leaving these end to end burners, ya getting ghetto fame Now, me and my brothers, ya know we come in many colors Steady beautifying the walls of a ghetto culture
are talking to my niece Jazz police have got their final orders Jazzer, drop your axe, it's jazz police Jesus taken serious by the many Jesus taken
learnt no lessons All that time so cheaply spent There's no youth culture Only masks, they let you rent Travels, travels in Nihilon We've seen no Jesus
Thesis on with some grease in her palm. Dope tunes boom and they stick in your brain. So when I make a dope tune boom I slip you the name. Jesus Christ
don't hate our music or fashion Unless these things and how you intend us to use 'em are clashin' Cause for us, this is just a part of the culture
life/ he gotta get him a bachelors wear a suit and tie/ go to seminary/ by then all of his boys will die/ Jesus came to invade culture outta Nazareth