When I Get To Heaven

Damn, so you still out here waitin', huh?
Mm-mhm
So you don't mind if I go on and take this watch and them car keys
No, Jesus give me another on
Alright then, cool

Listen to the preacherman, but are you talkin' to me
I can't hear you with a mouth full of pig's feet
If I should need the swine flesh
Your body is a mess, but you're blessed
With a father, son, spirit and the holy ghost
But my whole neighborhood is comatose
Lookin' for survival
The devil made you a slave, and he gave you a bible

400 years gettin' our ass kicked
By so-called Christians and Catholics
But I watch 'em burn in a fire
See I'm a G, that's why I ain't in your choir
'Cause I see, 'cause I know
The church ain't nothin' but a fashion show
Get the devil to a 187
And they won't call me a nigga when I get to heaven

This ain't living, this ain't living

You're waitin' for the devil to come from the ground
Clown, take a look around
Just look at the cross that the priest is holdin'
A beast in sheep's clothing
But I'm rollin' with that knowledge of self
'Cause heaven ain't just wealth
So mister preacher, if I couldn't pay my tithe
Do I have to wait outside?

White man, please take another look
'Cause we couldn't be readin' out of the same book
'Cause you's a crook, and I'm a brother
King James had sex with his mother
Is that your edition? Is that your religion?
Black man, you gotta make a decision
'Cause God is comin' on day number seven
And he won't call me a nigga when I get to heaven

This ain't living, this ain't living

The same white man that threw me in the slammer
He bombed the church in Alabama
So if I cock the hammer, God won't mind
If I have to kill the human swine
'Cause God is a killer from the start
Why you think Noah had to build his ark
And God is a man from his feet to his hair
That's why you say 'amen' after each and every prayer

I just stare at the church man
Spendin' more money on the church band
But Elijah's got a plan
Got the white man screamin' 'Damn that Farrakhan!'
'Cause one day these babies are uprise
Much more than bowties and bean pies
Kickin' knowledge at 7-11
And they won't call me a nigga when I get to heaven

This ain't living, this ain't living
No
Make me wanna holler
And throw up both my hands
Oh, make me wanna holler
And throw up both my hands
This ain't living, this ain't living

But when it comes to standing up
We find a convenient excuse to lay down back away from struggles