Organized Konfusion - Black Sunday Lyrics
Lawd, help me out nowWe gotta get togetherWe gotta organizeNo matter the weatherIts a black sunday, hey..[pharoahe monch]I used to watch my grandmother catch the holy ghost in churchFor her soul she would searchFive years later now Im off to workIn a department store, Im foldin pants and shirts-ahAt the end of the week-ah, lawdJust enough loot to put some cheap sneakers on my feetThats when I made a promise to my momma I saidI betcha you see me at the apollo one day and ima..Be kickin that fat funk shit;Black, mackadocious -- speakers in the back trunk shitCause the boss is boss and need is costing meTo miss classes and I feel he spoke to meTo be a jackass in the future; then, whos gonna shoot ya?At this point in my life is where I chose to write rhymes.... instead of doing crimesNineteen eighty-six to nineteen eighty-nineOrganized konfusion, did not, get, signedBut we will soon one day, until thenI return at twelve at noon on the track, black sundayChorus:Lawd, help me out-ahWe gotta get togetherWe gotta organizeNo matter the weatherIts a black sunday[prince poetry]Yeah, remember losing a loved one, lawwwd help us to make it overDelete the pork cigarettes and forty-nine cent sodaWe came a long way and Im still runnin for my freedomStill have one hundred miles to go, escape from theCrack villllles, so, you can feed that babyI used to ride the elevator with the crazy ladyI year later I made demo cassettes with the monchAnd ? tastik? was on the fader, rhymes ran out quick so iEncouraged monch to start writing rhymesAnd mrs. j cooked dinner then we came into same hard timesSour contract shouldnt have been on the plateTwo apes escaped, back to l.a. with our demo tapeThe state of mind I was in since paul sea died is thatI gotta get mines, representin 40 projects so imAll-in, gotta make papes and all thatClose my own record deal cause I cant fall for thatOld snake shit, hissin in the grassFor the cash, little cents, intuition listenIf youre missin my money, my fist you will be kissinDang... I dont even understandChorus:Lord, help me out nowWe gotta get togetherWe gotta organizeNo matter the weatherIts a black sundayOutro:Check it outLike to say whassup to my whole herdLike to say rest in peace to my man ? dilu?And rest in peace to my man juiceThree strikes
