Understand - The Roots, Dice Raw, Greg Porn

People ask for God, 'till the day he comes

See God’s face — turn around and run

God sees the face of a man

Shaking his head, says «he'll never understand»

People ask for god, 'till the day he comes

See God’s face — turn around and run

God sees the face of a man

Shaking his head then says, «man'll never understand»

Never understand, never understand

Never understand

Gravedigger, dig a hole that fit a black nigga

My body’s stiff as a Madame Tussaud’s wax figure

My transformation: a caterpillar from crack dealer

And backpedaller was no less, than spectactular

Yeah I was trappin' money, flippin' like a spatula

Now put that sucker in a box like Dracula

I led the devil in a dance

An electric slide across the line I drew up in the sand

Dead, ended

Love is like a harlequin’s romance

Lost between sips of liquor, that empty bottle in my hands

It was a shot away, but I never got away

Dreamed a little dream of me, but that was an anomaly

Yea, people as for God…

Holy, Sugar, Honey, Ice Tea

I guess that’s a prayer for a player like me

In my church clothes baking buzz on the bible

The sweet temptation of my grand daddy’s rifle

Got me thinking 'bout doing a jihad with these guys

Who only True Religion look better than Levi’s

Who baptize glasses with beers and blood stain

You preaching to the choir, that praise the drug game

Hallelujah

'Til the cops cuff me in the back of a cruiser

Or the firetruck wash my soul down the sewer

I count my blessings and blow it on a nun to resurrect my erection

I pray, I pray, All Dogs Go To Heaven

Or to a new hell with a Wi-Fi connection

So I can pay for my sins on PayPal

Or own a holy ghost, a greyhound