Lawd help me out now

We gotta get together

We gotta Organize

No matter the weather

It's a Black Sunday hey..

[Pharoahe Monch]

I used to watch my grandmother catch the Holy Ghost in church

For her soul she would search

Five years later now I'm off to work

in a department store I'm foldin pants and shirts ah

At the end of the week ah lawd

Just enough loot to put some cheap sneakers on my feet

That's when I made a promise to my momma I said

"I betcha you see me at the Apollo one day and I'ma..

be kickin that fat funk shit;

black, mackadocious -- speakers in the back trunk shit"

Cause the boss is boss and need is costing me

to miss classes and I feel he spoke to me

to be a jackass in the future; then, who's gonna shoot ya?

At this point in my life is where I chose to write rhymes..

.. instead of doing crimes

Nineteen eighty-six to nineteen eighty-nine

Organized Konfusion, did not, get, signed

But we will soon one day, until then

I return at twelve at noon on the track, Black Sunday

Chorus:

Lawd, help me out-ah

We gotta get together

We gotta Organize

No matter the weather

It's a Black Sunday

[Prince Poetry]

Yeah, remember losing a loved one, lawwwd help us to make it over

Delete the pork cigarettes and forty-nine cent soda

We came a long way and I'm still runnin for my freedom

Still have one hundred miles to go, escape from the

crack villllles, so, you can feed that baby

I used to ride the elevator with the crazy lady

I year later I made demo cassettes with the Monch

and ?Tastik? was on the fader, rhymes ran out quick so I

encouraged Monch