Father Forgive Us For Livin’Why All My Homies Stuck In Prison?Barely Breathin’ Believin That The World Is A Prison,It’s Like A Ghetto We Could Neva Leave…A Broken Rose, Trying to Bloom Through The Cracks Of The Concrete,So Many Otha Things For Us To See, Things To Be,Our History so Full Of Tragedy And Misery,To All My Homies Neva Made It Home,The Dead Peers I Shed Tatooed Tears For When I’m Alone,Picture Us Inside A Ghetto Heaven, A Place To Rest,Findin’ Peace Through This Land Of Stress,In My Chest I Feel Pain, Come In Sudden Storms,Life Full Of Rain In This Game Watch For landstorms,Our Unborn,Neva Gotta GrowNeva Gotta See What’s Next,In This World Full Of Countless Threats,I Beg God To Make A WayFor Our Ghetto Kids To BreatheShow A SignMake Us All Believe,Coz I Ain’t Mad At Cha
(Protestants may boast that theirs is the unmediated encounter with the Almighty, but in fact their Bible serves as the rock on which their faith is founded. The truly unmediated encounter would be the one in which the supplicant burns his chosen Scripture to a crisp, incinerates his cash, his car, his clothes, spurns his family (as Jesus instructed his disciples to do), flees to the desert, and throws himself on the altar of utter ignorance and screams at the top of his lungs, I don't have or know a goddamn thing, God, including you! Now that is an unmediated encounter with the Almighty—until they start feeding you the meds in the psych ward.)
It is undefinable; and moreover, if it were defined it would lose all its value. God is not all that exists; God is all that does not exist. Therein resides the power & the charm of that mysterious word. God is tradition, God is legend, God is folklore, God is a fairy-tale, God is romance, God is a lie, God is a bell, God is a church window, God is religion, God is all that is absurd, useless, invisible, intangible, all that is nothingness & that symbolizes nothingness. God is the nihil in tenebris-(nothing in the darkness) -men have made of him light, life & love.