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Artiste : Ice Cube
Titre : When I Get to Heaven
Listen to the preacher man
But are you talkin´ to me?
I can´t here ya with a mouth full of pigs feet

Thy shouldn´t eat the swine flesh
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 fire
See I´mma G that´s why I ain´t in ya choir
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 from 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 of self
Cause Heaven ain´t just wealth
So mister preacher
If I couldn´t pay my tithe
Do I hafta 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 men 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 threw 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-van
But Elijah´s got a plan
Got the white man screamin´, "Damn, that Farrakhan"
Cause one day these babies´ll up rise
Much more than bow ties and bean pies
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