Ntozake Nelson II
Oh yes now we're living for our sins In the overheated back seat of your Dad's Mercedes Benz And I guess it all depends but the night is pretty clear And from this empty beer can look-out you can see for 80 years And babe it's looking grim He died for all of us, now our soldiers die for him So I''ll set your kin on fire and run for the state line In a bruised up Chrysler cruiser from 1989 The air conditioner is broke But we've got ashes in the trunk and the engine's running fine And I'm not buying in and you're not buying in So we're tardy on our tithes at the Wal-Mart buying gin The folks back home are sure that our souls appear impure But we did this for our freedom, now we heathens must endure It was never my hope to elope We hit that embankment like a verdict from the Pope I'll camp out in the halls of this hospital until my dead heart mends I miss the Bible I miss my friends I miss the Bible I miss my friends Hip-hop jumped the shark again, I guess it always does When the sirens clog the motorways with fabricated buzz And it started in the churches but it passed away today So we're throwing plastic flowers at Biggie, Pac and Jay Were they Christ without the beard? Or the urban Oppenheimers who our forefathers feared? My crew all joined the ministry to honor the bereaved But it's hard to pass your boards if you really don't believe So I just had to leave I burned my Air Force Ones now I stutter when I grieve I feel even more alone when the beat Jeeps blast their hymns When the speakers push the air I can't bring myself to care And I wasn't quite prepared for secular society And 40-ounce bottles can't revive my phony piety Oh player we used to play all night Now there's nothing left to say except "Hey, whaddup, a'ight." I used to know what every chapter means, now I just make ends I miss the Bible I miss my friends I miss the Bible I miss my friends Oh great so it ended like we thought "Fellas that's a rapture" on the deck of Noah's yacht This ark is couples only so you'd better come with me They've chosen Billy Ocean as the last Love Boat MC Are we sharing the same dream? If the pearly gates hate at least I'll have you on my team Dodos and mastadons will get another chance And we're gonna have to answer for that last homecoming dance We've got a lot to answer for We know why we sent the poor to that Infertile Crescent war Oh St. Peter, won't you have a little pity? You can't send us downstairs for privileged complicity We brought the world medicine, we brought it electricity Won't you save our souls if you refuse to save our city I shout excuses like a liar The Tappan Zee just crumbles as the Hudson catches fire I wish I had a good book to read while the girders bend I miss the Bible I miss my friends I miss the Bible I miss my friends I miss the Bible I miss my friends I miss the Bible I miss my friends |