Ice Cube - When I Get To Heaven Lyrics
{Reverand}:Mmmhmmm
[So you don''t mind if I go on ''n take this watch and the, car keys?]
{Nah, Jesus''ll give me another one}
[Aight den, cool]
(Dog barks while he starts car and drives off)
Listen to the preacher man,
But are you talkin'' to me?
I can''t here ya with a mouth full of pigs feet,
Pry'' shouldn''t eat the swine fless,
Ya body is a mess, but ya blessed,
With the 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,
Four hundered years of gettin'' our ass kicked,
By so-called Christians and Catholics,
But I''mma watch ''em burn in the fi-re,
See I''mma G that''s why I ain''t in ya choi-r,
''Cause I see, ''cause I know,
The church ain''t nothin'' but a fashion show,
Get the devil do a one-eighty-seven,
And they won''t call me a nigga,
When I Get To Heaven,
Your waitin'' for the devil to come form the ground,
Clown, take a look around,
Just look at the cross that the priest is holdin'',
A beast, in sheeps clothin'',
But I''m rollin'',
With that knowledge itself,
''Cause Heaven ain''t just wealth,
So mister preacher,
If I can''t pay my tide,
Do I haf''ta wait outside?
White man, please take another look,
''Cause we couldn''t be readin'' out the same book,
''Cause you''s a crook, and I''m a brotha,
King James had sex with his motha,
Is that your edition? Is that your religion?
Black man you gotta make a decision,
''Cause God is comin'' on day number seven,
And they won''t call me a nigga,
When I Get To Heaven,
The same white man that put me in the slamma,
He bombed a church in Alabama,
So if I cocked the hammer God won''t mind,
If I have to kill the human swine,
''Cause God is a killa from the start,
Why you think, Noah had to build his arc,
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-ban",
Buddy Lodges'' got a plan,
Had the white man screamin'',"Damn, that FAIR-i-can,"
''Cause one day these babies''ll up rise,
Much more than bow ties and Levis,
Kickin knowledge at the Seven-Eleven,
And they won''t call me a nigga,
When I Get To Heaven,
.....But when it come to standin'' up, we find a convenient excuse, to lay down, back away from struggle.