[Verse 1]
I swear to God I wasn't born in a manger
But I'm the son of God and I ain't even an angel
Church every Sunday I ain't got time for that
But if a fan writes to me I'll probably write her back
I can't stop feeding the ego
I'm tryna do good in a world of evil
Pastor tell me that I'm late with my tithing
Maybe cos I'm saving for a couple for a couple of diamonds
Cold world, no Jermaine, the Novocane is for the pain
Bible tells me that I'm destined to shine
I'm in the pulpit I hope they're serving the wine
I'm such a troubled human being, and that's exactly why I'm here
I'm black when I shine, black when I cry
Barack of my time braaaaa, let the Angels sing
[Hook]
There's so much sorrow, (uh yeah) ‘round this time
(Just let the Angels Sing uh Let the Angels sing)
Lord, look down, please, look down oh
[Verse 2]
For years we've been living in abject poverty
Now that we're winning they calling it Illuminati
f** your rumours n***a uh yeah f** ‘em all
400 hundred years of slavery it's our time to ball
Martin had a dream, Mandela had a dream
If Neo has a dream will he ever become King
Day after day it's all practice
I'm hoping it pays with no a** kiss
I'm in the crowd jealous of Lamar
Record label say try again tomorrow
I keep pushing celebrating the wins going against the wind
Knowing it never ends
Now she saying lick it up, knowing I'm liquored
Feeling me in the club, I'm the one look it up
On tour with all the groupies and the broads
But I'll probably thank God first thing at the awards
[Hook]
There's so much sorrow, (uh yeah) ‘round this time
(Just let the Angels Sing uh Let the Angels sing)
Lord, look down, please, look down oh
[Verse 3]
I just want a Benz and a crib overlooking the bridge
It's my God given right to be rich and I is
Rather I am, what God made me the man that I am
So I can't understand
Why people judging me of the sh** that I put in my songs
If He's created in my image why can't I stop the sinning?
Why can't I stop grinning while swimming among the women?
But, there's bigger problems to resolve ok?
Like a kid with an AK k k, or a kid selling cake cake cake
For some cake cake cake or the K K K
Back to the usual, tell me what you would do
If black is beautiful why we wear it at funerals
Pardon my mind when it race, I'm a case
I'm so good at being bad but I hope they save me a place
[Hook]
There's so much sorrow, (uh yeah) ‘round this time
(Just let the Angels Sing uh Let the Angels sing)
Lord, look down, please, look down oh
[Outro]
Let's take em back to church
Modimo, ke ngwana hao mboloke, mboloke (repeat)