Black Sunday Organized Konfusion

[Chorus: Organized Konfusion]
Lord, help me out now
We gotta get together
We gotta organize
No matter the weather
It's a Black Sunday, hey

[Verse 1: 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
At the end of the week, Lord
Just enough loot to put some cheap sneakers on my feet
That's when I made a promise to my mama, I said
"I bet ya you see me at the Apollo one day and I'ma
Be kickin' that phat funk shit
Black, mackadocious, speakers in the back trunk shit"
'Cause the boss is bossing me, that's costing me
To miss classes and I feel he's forcing 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
1986 to 1989
Organized Konfusion did not get signed
But we will soon one day
Until then, I return at twelve noon on the track, Black Sunday