Jesus, Black Jesus
Jesus, Black Jesus
Jesus, Black Jesus
Jesus, Black Jesus
I been feeling so down
I think they should know now
I think they should know what’s up
Thats that road I been down
I know how it go down
I know how it go now, what’s up
I feel like I don’t belong
I feel like my life is wrong
I feel like I don’t know what’s up
What’s up, what’s up
I ain’t here to pick and choose
I ain’t here to sing the blues
I’m just here to spread the clues
I’m just here to spread the news
Everybody know I do
Listen
I ain’t ashamed to be white
I ain’t ashamed to be Black
I ain’t ashamed of my beautiful Mexican wife as a matter of fact
I know you fuc*** with that
And I’m not scared of the people tell me I should be
Do what you love and don’t ever wonder what it could be
Everybody from my hood everybody know I’m good
Sometimes I’m misunderstood
But thats just the uneducated never related feel like I’m faded
I’m right out my mind
Tell ‘em!
Momma don’t love me
Daddy don’t love me
Wonder why I drown in the bubbly
You could be anything you wanna be
Except the person you don’t wanna be
Let him hate let em love
Wondering if everybody still like this up above
When that push come to shove
Make me wanna pull up with the gat in the glove like
I just wanna be free
Not a slave to the stereotype
All alone in my room in the middle of the night
I don’t have the words but my stereo might
I don’t wanna be black, I don’t wanna be white, I just wanna be a man today
I don’t wanna be a Christian, Muslim, gay, straight, or bi, see you later, bye
Not perceived by the things I believe or the color of my skin
Or the fact I’m attracted to her, maybe him
Or the fact I’m a single mother living all alone
Looking for a man and a home to call my own
But I already have one
The only man I’ma ever need is my son, my son, my son
Son, say:
Black is beautiful
Be black and proud
F*** everybody hatin’ on me right now, I’m black and proud
I’m just as white as that Mona Lisa
I’m just as black as my cousin Keisha
I’m biracial so bye Felicia
Praise Black Jesus now call the preacher
Maybe Jesus was black
Maybe Jesus had dreads
Spiderman should be black
I vote for Glover instead
Glover instead
Like what’s up
I vote for more more and more and more and more and more and more
I vote for so much more
I vote for more and more
I been feeling so down
I think they should know now
I think they should know what’s up
Thats that road I been down
I know how it go down
I know how it go now, what’s up
I feel like I don’t belong
I feel like my life is wrong
I feel like I don’t know what’s up
What’s up, what’s up
[Logic & Damian sing]
Ayy man
What’s up, bro?
Spiderman should be Black
Yeah, I mean Spiderman should be Black
F*** yeah
Yeah man
Black Spiderman
Black Superman
Black Santa Claus
Shit, Black Seinfeld
Black Seinfeld?
Nigga, that’s Martin!
Damn, you’re right…
Shit, I’m fuckin’ high
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