things move around

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I see Mel Gibson tryin’ a catch his breath
I take a look at my life
he takes a look at The Christ
And realize there’s nothing left
and?the gaping enomous cleft
‘Cause I’ve been blasting and laughing so long
Where once talent was Maxin’ and waxin’ his schlong
That even my momma thinks that my mind has gone
So even the Pope is thinkin’ that he should a withdrawn
But I ain’t never crossed a man that didn’t deserve it
But he ain’t never crossed his chest when he could easy swerve it
Me be treated like a punk, you know that’s unheard of
Him be treated like an OK actor’s unheard ofI really hate to trip but I gotta loc
I really hate to kneel but I gotta hail mary
As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke
As I croak, I see myself on the holy cross
Fool, I’m the kinda g that little homie’s wanna be like
Nonbeliever, I’m the kinda Jesus the little fishies wanna be with
On my knees in the night
On my knees in the night
Saying prayers in the street light
Saying prayers in Aramaic

Been spending most our lives
Been spending most our budget
Living in a gangsta’s paradise
Tryin’ take a great big fudge and fudge it

Look at the situation, they got me facing
I’m a makin’ a living like a latter-day Fagin
I can’t live a normal life, I was raised by the state
So I act like any other idiotic reprobate
So I gotta be down with the ‘hood team
And I make a big thing of religion
Too much television watching, got me chasing dreams
Too much Passion, got everybody half-asleep
I’m an educated fool with money on my mind
I’m an uneducated fool with money on my mind
Got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye
Got my bible in my hand and a gleam in my eye
I’m a loc’d out gangsta, set tripping banger
I used to like gore, but now I like it more
And my homies are down so don’t arouse my anger
And now my talent is gone so I’m a mow my lawn
Fool, death ain’t nothing but a heart beat away
Jew, death ain’t nothing but a crusade away
I’m living life do or die, what can I say?
My poor wife looks shy at the Pope’s buffet
I’m twenty-three now , will I ever live to see twenty-four
I’m forty-eight now, will I ever live to see the second coming
The way things is going I don’t know.
The ratings suggest that I will.Power in the money, money in the power
Money is the money, money is the money
Minute after minute, hour after hour
Spin it after spin it, gimme Jesus Power!
Everybody’s running, but half of them ain’t looking
Everybody’s bored, but half of them ain’t sleeping
It’s going on in the kitchen
It’s going on in my head
But I don’t know what’s cooking.
But I don’t see no Jesus weeping.
They say I gotta learn
They say I used to be
But nobody’s here to teach me
Motherfuckin’ Coolio
If they can’t understand it, how can they reach me?
If they can’t understand it, how can I teach them
I guess they can’t
I guess it’s cant
I guess they won’t, I guess they front
I guess they won’t, think I’m a cunt
That’s why I got my hand on the pump, foo!
That’s why I’m a New Testament Hollywood Celeb, fool