Black Israel Lyrics

Black Israel, black Jesus, black Judah, black roots

Black Paul, black Moses, black jews

Black Isaiah, black Peter, black Jude

Black Adam, black Eve, black roots

Black Isaiah, black Peter, black Jude

Black Adam, black Eve, black roots

Waking up in the top of the morning rolling round in grace I'm blessed

I can't complain no, ya you know its saints row

Liften up Yahweh, and ima lift Him all day

Listen what the psalm say, acknowledge in Him all ways

He said its finish, there's no unfinished business

God has witnessed, repentance, look how I'm mobbing round forgiven

It's a grace thing, look at how my God boss up and change things

I give Him all, Lord knows my heart strings

Forsaking all my wrongs, my flaws gone across seas

It is completed dotted i's with them crossed T's

Went from tall tee's to the tailor made 3 piece

Grandmama know she proud of me used to bump my cd's

I'm talking bout my memaw, Lord knows I miss my Nanna

Bay Harbor off of Harlem my julips I got from Nanna

Bay Harbor where they often get two clips and go bananas

Play Sega with uncle Eric on tvs that got antennas

Shoot hoops with uncle Sean jump on the sticks with uncle Gerald

Buddy Mac with cousin Keith, cross the street from crack dealers, yeah

Shoutout to auntie Cynt uncle Wayne an auntie Gail

Roots run deep, cuz my roots is black Israel

Black Israel, black Jesus, black Judah, black roots

Black Paul, black Moses, black jews

Black Isaiah, black Peter, Black Jude

Black Adam, black Eve, black roots

Black Jesus, black Judah, black roots

Black Paul, black Moses, black jews

Black Isaiah, black Peter, black Jude

Black Adam, black Eve, black roots

Stickball in the street, and if you sweat it could get drastic

When its time to go eat, and Nanna couch covered in plastic

Some things I never understood some things I never question

Some things were guaranteed like grandpa Morris' and his westerns

Gold teeth with the gold chain, gold framed glasses

Toothpick and some gold rings, and perm to perfection

Deacon grandaddy Fred fulla hymns and never lacking

And still active, St. John missionary baptist

Roaches in the kitchen, they tripping aint got no manners

Light switches would always trick em then kill em had higher standards

I grew up with ya I heard the news you went to prison

I hope u repented I hope u know that u forgiven

This my roots, gotta get back to my roots so done with satan

Look here is the truth, black jews descended from the savior

They say the blacker the berry well then how sweet is the juice

And the darker the flesh, yep is deeper the roots

Black Israel, black Jesus, black Judah, black roots

Black Paul, black Moses, black jews

Black Isaiah, black Peter, Black Jude

Black Adam, black Eve, black roots

Black Jesus, black Judah, black roots

Black Paul, black Moses, black jews

Black Isaiah, black Peter, black Jude

Black Adam, black Eve, black roots