Patience Jesus Wasnt White by King of Nothing Lyrics
[Verse One]
Main bitch thick, mistress is a waif
Never interact cause they live in different states
Never custom on the plates
That’s some shit I can't afford
Specially when im rollin’ in my daddy’s old ford, oh lord
The return of the golden era
Shoot game like bow and arrow
The line between survival and slittin' yo throat is narr(a)
I might just wear a, pair of
Sweats when I clock in today
If I get fired ain't no sweat, I hate it anyway
Fuck what you say
You wan get paid? You gotta get it in
Just like SAs that’s workin 9 to 5 then 6 to 10
I have the realest conversations with my nigga friends
They treat us shady for the shadin’ of our pig-a-ment
So keep perpetuatin' stereotypes
But you know the shit that’s comin' through your stereo tight
Life’s a bitch, you just gotta lick the areoles right
Can’t say everything is gravy, but for now its just fine
[Chorus]
Jesus wasn't white, and his daddy wasn't either
So I hope we sound alike
When you blast me in your speakers
If it's blasphemous then you can kiss my ass and tell your preacher
All I ask is you keep following the leader
[Verse 2]
I told my niggas never trip, if you trip then you fall
I told my momma peace for summer, ill visit in fall
Dawg, but now its autumn, she oughta become mo smarter
And realize her sons and daughter done all been brought up to wander
I got high today, mind was on them cosmos like wanda
Tryna be a leader, the Cheadle to yo Rwanda
Racin' to get grown up since the winter
With the
Movement of a student of master splinter
Ninja
I hope they bench you the way that you play
My generation is lame
Jaded and lazy, but hey
I think I might be the same
This much im certain about
All my definitive traits are things I’d be perfect about
Fuck it though perfect is out and workin is out of style
Restless and reckless but nonetheless I feel forced to smile
Should I fight or should I throw the towel
The only thing I want from life is that its worth my while
[Chorus]
Jesus wasn't white, and his daddy wasn't either
So I hope we sound alike
When you blast me in your speakers
If it's blasphemous then you can kiss my ass and tell your preacher
All I ask is you keep following the leader
[Verse 3]
Diversity was a curse to me
Them token niggas helped to paint that picture so perfectly
I play that uncle tom then get nothing but courtesy
But when they hear my song then they ready to murder me
Its been that since early, see
In middle school
Switched to that richer school
Where I looked like the lunch lady and not the principal
And all the pretty young ladies thought that my pick was cool
Then touch my hair and get scared, cause it resembled wool
I was the blackest sheep actually, no pun intended
I stood out, got put out, of class and in detention
And then suspension, that’s just a pinch of what made me different
401k and pensions, ranges, benzs maids in kitchens
All of which I was missin’, thought I was missin’ out
I thought I went without cause I ain't have a bigger house
I had to figure out that they would never treat me right
To have an easy life, they would have to bleach me white
Bigotry still alive, but best believe we fight
Strive for the prize or at least to have police be nice
But that ain’t never gon’ happen so all I do is laugh
And tell these racist ass crackers to kiss my nigga ass
[Chorus]
Jesus wasn't white, and his daddy wasn't either
So I hope we sound alike
When you blast me in your speakers
If it's blasphemous then you can kiss my ass and tell your preacher
All I ask is you keep following the leader
Main bitch thick, mistress is a waif
Never interact cause they live in different states
Never custom on the plates
That’s some shit I can't afford
Specially when im rollin’ in my daddy’s old ford, oh lord
The return of the golden era
Shoot game like bow and arrow
The line between survival and slittin' yo throat is narr(a)
I might just wear a, pair of
Sweats when I clock in today
If I get fired ain't no sweat, I hate it anyway
Fuck what you say
You wan get paid? You gotta get it in
Just like SAs that’s workin 9 to 5 then 6 to 10
I have the realest conversations with my nigga friends
They treat us shady for the shadin’ of our pig-a-ment
So keep perpetuatin' stereotypes
But you know the shit that’s comin' through your stereo tight
Life’s a bitch, you just gotta lick the areoles right
Can’t say everything is gravy, but for now its just fine
[Chorus]
Jesus wasn't white, and his daddy wasn't either
So I hope we sound alike
When you blast me in your speakers
If it's blasphemous then you can kiss my ass and tell your preacher
All I ask is you keep following the leader
[Verse 2]
I told my niggas never trip, if you trip then you fall
I told my momma peace for summer, ill visit in fall
Dawg, but now its autumn, she oughta become mo smarter
And realize her sons and daughter done all been brought up to wander
I got high today, mind was on them cosmos like wanda
Tryna be a leader, the Cheadle to yo Rwanda
Racin' to get grown up since the winter
With the
Movement of a student of master splinter
Ninja
I hope they bench you the way that you play
My generation is lame
Jaded and lazy, but hey
I think I might be the same
This much im certain about
All my definitive traits are things I’d be perfect about
Fuck it though perfect is out and workin is out of style
Restless and reckless but nonetheless I feel forced to smile
Should I fight or should I throw the towel
The only thing I want from life is that its worth my while
[Chorus]
Jesus wasn't white, and his daddy wasn't either
So I hope we sound alike
When you blast me in your speakers
If it's blasphemous then you can kiss my ass and tell your preacher
All I ask is you keep following the leader
[Verse 3]
Diversity was a curse to me
Them token niggas helped to paint that picture so perfectly
I play that uncle tom then get nothing but courtesy
But when they hear my song then they ready to murder me
Its been that since early, see
In middle school
Switched to that richer school
Where I looked like the lunch lady and not the principal
And all the pretty young ladies thought that my pick was cool
Then touch my hair and get scared, cause it resembled wool
I was the blackest sheep actually, no pun intended
I stood out, got put out, of class and in detention
And then suspension, that’s just a pinch of what made me different
401k and pensions, ranges, benzs maids in kitchens
All of which I was missin’, thought I was missin’ out
I thought I went without cause I ain't have a bigger house
I had to figure out that they would never treat me right
To have an easy life, they would have to bleach me white
Bigotry still alive, but best believe we fight
Strive for the prize or at least to have police be nice
But that ain’t never gon’ happen so all I do is laugh
And tell these racist ass crackers to kiss my nigga ass
[Chorus]
Jesus wasn't white, and his daddy wasn't either
So I hope we sound alike
When you blast me in your speakers
If it's blasphemous then you can kiss my ass and tell your preacher
All I ask is you keep following the leader