Blk Jesus by The Real Mike Wilson Lyrics
Blk Jesus Lyrics
The Real Mike Wilson
Intro:
Everything is clear, see the noise is really static
Which means that they can’t hear so they running savage
Check your pulse before you step through the threshold
Stray bullets are the ammo, the goal to leave you cold
Verse 1:
I’m talking media, images and sound at such a high rate
You can’t take it all in treat your girl to a blind date
He’s sipping on gin, don’t want me to remind him
We’re fighting for a million, people lucky to find ten
Take a step back to fine tune, sharing some nonsense
Hard to be you, young messiah, god sent
But don’t quote me, I live up to it hopefully
A dose of truth is holy when you walking where no soul sleep
Got people who hate me, cause they cannot control me
Use to be reactive, I’m treble now, so low key
The hood ain't never change, not since the gas chambers
But now it’s about the Coldene, pole dancing for pocket change on the train
They don’t see nothing wrong with it, they have no shame
People sell their souls every day, they just hide their chains
Searching for identity, tryna find a name
That relates to their scars, their struggle and their pain
Hook (x4):
We from Bedstuy, Brownsville, Queensbridge
Bx, Southside, Harlem with the black Jesus
Verse 2:
How you view me a fool, and I view you a tool
One of us got a degree, the other work in the food industry
I lay the yellow brick road, built the building that you’re working in
You get a few sales, work with ladies, why you flirting with them
We both deserting the plan, why we live for today
We could both die tomorrow, we just don’t see it that way
Pinnacles could be reached, if we get out our own way
But we use to the struggle, that’s why we always just pray
Not for change but a timely reminder
That time is almost up, a better life will never find ya
Such etiquette to leave your future behind ya
You probably forgot you are the best, so let me remind ya
We become what’s in our minds eye, what we see the most
What we talk is our thoughts, what we think, what we do
You can see we lost, if you search for the truth
Fill your mind with everything you want from-a you
Hook (x4):
We from Bedstuy, Brownsville, Queensbridge
Bx, Southside, Harlem with the black Jesus
Verse 3:
I met a man once, asked what was his plans once
He finally got it together, finally put out those blunts
Gave up the guns and turned himself in
After his time was up, and once again he could see his son
After his lady married a stock clerk
Working in Woodhull across from the old Burger King, now a Wallgreens
His moms, she passed of cancer
He’ll hear about it from an officer, Lt. Lancer
His daughter moved out, now a stripper, in Atlanta
The house he grew up in burned downed, Papi store was looted
Little Johnny got killed by the same gun that he was shooting
By his best friend, who joined a rival gang
His neighbors’ daughter on TV now, home girl can really sing
His brother now work for the MTA, his sister told his pops that she was gay
Reverend Wright passed away, his son took over
Your pops lonely without your moms, he’s the only one who stayed
And your son had a son, dog, what would you say
Hook (x4):
We from Bedstuy, Brownsville, Queensbridge
Bx, Southside, Harlem with the black Jesus
Outro (x2):
We from Bedstuy
Queensbridge
Southside
Harlem with the black Jesus
The Real Mike Wilson
Intro:
Everything is clear, see the noise is really static
Which means that they can’t hear so they running savage
Check your pulse before you step through the threshold
Stray bullets are the ammo, the goal to leave you cold
Verse 1:
I’m talking media, images and sound at such a high rate
You can’t take it all in treat your girl to a blind date
He’s sipping on gin, don’t want me to remind him
We’re fighting for a million, people lucky to find ten
Take a step back to fine tune, sharing some nonsense
Hard to be you, young messiah, god sent
But don’t quote me, I live up to it hopefully
A dose of truth is holy when you walking where no soul sleep
Got people who hate me, cause they cannot control me
Use to be reactive, I’m treble now, so low key
The hood ain't never change, not since the gas chambers
But now it’s about the Coldene, pole dancing for pocket change on the train
They don’t see nothing wrong with it, they have no shame
People sell their souls every day, they just hide their chains
Searching for identity, tryna find a name
That relates to their scars, their struggle and their pain
Hook (x4):
We from Bedstuy, Brownsville, Queensbridge
Bx, Southside, Harlem with the black Jesus
Verse 2:
How you view me a fool, and I view you a tool
One of us got a degree, the other work in the food industry
I lay the yellow brick road, built the building that you’re working in
You get a few sales, work with ladies, why you flirting with them
We both deserting the plan, why we live for today
We could both die tomorrow, we just don’t see it that way
Pinnacles could be reached, if we get out our own way
But we use to the struggle, that’s why we always just pray
Not for change but a timely reminder
That time is almost up, a better life will never find ya
Such etiquette to leave your future behind ya
You probably forgot you are the best, so let me remind ya
We become what’s in our minds eye, what we see the most
What we talk is our thoughts, what we think, what we do
You can see we lost, if you search for the truth
Fill your mind with everything you want from-a you
Hook (x4):
We from Bedstuy, Brownsville, Queensbridge
Bx, Southside, Harlem with the black Jesus
Verse 3:
I met a man once, asked what was his plans once
He finally got it together, finally put out those blunts
Gave up the guns and turned himself in
After his time was up, and once again he could see his son
After his lady married a stock clerk
Working in Woodhull across from the old Burger King, now a Wallgreens
His moms, she passed of cancer
He’ll hear about it from an officer, Lt. Lancer
His daughter moved out, now a stripper, in Atlanta
The house he grew up in burned downed, Papi store was looted
Little Johnny got killed by the same gun that he was shooting
By his best friend, who joined a rival gang
His neighbors’ daughter on TV now, home girl can really sing
His brother now work for the MTA, his sister told his pops that she was gay
Reverend Wright passed away, his son took over
Your pops lonely without your moms, he’s the only one who stayed
And your son had a son, dog, what would you say
Hook (x4):
We from Bedstuy, Brownsville, Queensbridge
Bx, Southside, Harlem with the black Jesus
Outro (x2):
We from Bedstuy
Queensbridge
Southside
Harlem with the black Jesus