Black Sunday - Organized Konfusion

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