STRAIGHT OUTTA GOLGOTHA
STRAIGHT OUTTA GOLGOTHA
By Chuck Beikert
To the tune of Straight Outta Compton by N.W.A.
Straight outta Golgotha
crazy young Messiah named Hay Zoos
earlier in life I preached the Beatitudes.
Don't cross me off
cause I'm off the cross
sun went black
and my body got hauled off.
two more boys to the left and right of me
took one of them to
paradise with me
angels don't have to
come and get me off the cross
that's how i'm goin out
three days later I'm back and showin out.
Romans start to mumble
empire gonna crumble
mix em up and cook 'em in a pot
like gumbo
goin off on a money changer like that
accusatory finger pointed at the ruling class
so give it up smooth
ain't no tellin when I'll do my next comin' back
move.
here's a burial shroud
to keep you guessin'
they didn't find it in the hole I was buried in.
Easter Bunny and Eggs are cool
but don't forget me and act like a fool
my sandals are open toe...no maybe
I'm keepin' souls outta purgatory daily
yo weekly, monthly, yearly
until them crazy heathen suckers see clearly
That I'm the son of the capital G.O.D.
Boy...you can trust in me.
So when we in your neighborhood
come see us
don't climb a tree and hide
like Zaccheus.
cause J.C. is goin to your house my Brotha
and when I came back boy
I came straight outta Golgotha...
