Lawd help me out now
We gotta get together
We gotta Organize
No matter the weather
It's a Black Sunday hey..
[Pharoahe Monch]
I used to watch my grandmother catch the Holy Ghost in church
For her soul she would search
Five years later now I'm off to work
in a department store I'm foldin pants and shirts ah
At the end of the week ah lawd
Just enough loot to put some cheap sneakers on my feet
That's when I made a promise to my momma I said
"I betcha you see me at the Apollo one day and I'ma..
be kickin that fat funk shit;
black, mackadocious -- speakers in the back trunk shit"
Cause the boss is boss and need is costing me
to miss classes and I feel he spoke to me
to be a jackass in the future; then, who's gonna shoot ya?
At this point in my life is where I chose to write rhymes..
.. instead of doing crimes
Nineteen eighty-six to nineteen eighty-nine
Organized Konfusion, did not, get, signed
But we will soon one day, until then
I return at twelve at noon on the track, Black Sunday
Chorus:
Lawd, help me out-ah
We gotta get together
We gotta Organize
No matter the weather
It's a Black Sunday
[Prince Poetry]
Yeah, remember losing a loved one, lawwwd help us to make it over
Delete the pork cigarettes and forty-nine cent soda
We came a long way and I'm still runnin for my freedom
Still have one hundred miles to go, escape from the
crack villllles, so, you can feed that baby
I used to ride the elevator with the crazy lady
I year later I made demo cassettes with the Monch
and ?Tastik? was on the fader, rhymes ran out quick so I
encouraged Monch
