Band members Prince Po and Pharoahe Monch began their career as Simply 2 Positive and then signed to Hollywood Records for 1991's Organized Konfusion. The album was commercially unsuccessful but critically acclaimed, as was the follow-up, Stress: The Extinction Agenda (1994) and the duo moved to Priority Records for the concept album The Equinox in 1997.
Monch has also launched a successful solo career, highlighted by his album Internal Affairs. Prince Poetry released The Slickness in 2004. A reunion album remains a distinct possibility.
Black Sunday
Organized Konfusion Lyrics
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We gotta get together
We gotta organize
No matter the weather
It's a Black Sunday, hey
I used to watch my grandmother catch the Holy Ghost in church
For her soul she would search
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 momma I said
"I betcha you see me at the Apollo one day and I'ma
Be kickin' that fat 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
Nineteen eighty-six to nineteen eighty-nine
Organized Konfusion, did not, get, signed
But we will soon one day, until then
I return at twelve noon on the track, Black Sunday
Lord, help me out now
We gotta get together
We gotta organize
No matter the weather
It's a Black Sunday
Yeah, remember losing a loved one, lord help us to make it over
Delete the pork, the cigarettes and forty-nine cent soda
We came a long way and I'm still runnin for my freedom
Still have one hundred miles to go, escape from the
Crack vials, so, you can feed that baby
I used to ride the elevator with the crazy lady
A year later I made demo cassettes with the Monch
My stick was on the fader, rhymes ran out quick so I
Encouraged Monch to start writing rhymes
And Mrs. J cooked dinner then we came into same hard times
Sour contract shouldn't have been on the plate
Two apes escaped, back to L.A. with our demo tape
The state of mind I was in since Paul C died is that
I gotta get mines, representin 40 projects so I'm
All-in, gotta make papes and all that
Close my own record deal cause I can't fall for that
Old snake shit, hissin' in the grass
For the cash, little cents, intuition listen
If you're missin' my money, my fist you will be kissin'
Dang, I don't even understand
Lord, help me out now
We gotta get together
We gotta organize
No matter the weather
It's a Black Sunday
Check it out
Like to say what's up to my whole herd
Like to say rest in peace to my man Dalou
And rest in peace to my man Juice
Three strikes
The song "Black Sunday" by Organized Konfusion is a commentary on the struggles of growing up in poverty and the importance of organizing and taking control of one's own life. The singer in the lyrics reflects on his own experiences growing up, watching his grandmother catch the Holy Ghost in church and then working in a department store as a young adult, struggling to make ends meet. He also discusses the importance of pursuing his own dreams and passions, choosing to write rhymes instead of getting involved in crime.
The title "Black Sunday" is a reference to the Black Sunday dust storm that occurred in 1935 during the Great Depression, which devastated the Great Plains and had long-lasting effects on the region's economy. The use of this historical reference in the song serves to highlight the ongoing struggles faced by black communities in America.
The lyrics also reference the loss of loved ones and the dangers of drug addiction, with the singer reflecting on the need to "delete the pork, the cigarettes and forty-nine cent soda" in order to stay healthy and avoid falling into addiction. The song ultimately calls for unity and the need to organize and work together to overcome these struggles, with the refrain "Lord, help me out now / We gotta get together / We gotta organize / No matter the weather / It's a Black Sunday" serving as a rallying cry.
Line by Line Meaning
Lord, help me out now
Asking for divine intervention to help with the troubles at hand
We gotta get together
Emphasis on the need for unity to overcome issues
We gotta organize
Recognition of the importance of strategic planning and organization
No matter the weather
Persisting through hardships and challenges, regardless of circumstances
It's a Black Sunday, hey
Acknowledgment of the difficulties faced, and approaching them head-on
I used to watch my grandmother catch the Holy Ghost in church
Reflection on religious experiences as a source of inspiration, and seeking salvation
For her soul she would search
Process of spiritual exploration and introspection
Five years later now I'm off to work
Transition to the working world, and the difficulties of making ends meet
In a department store, I'm foldin pants and shirts
Humble beginnings in low-paying retail work
At the end of the week, lord
Enduring hardships that seem never-ending
Just enough loot to put some cheap sneakers on my feet
Struggling to afford the bare necessities
That's when I made a promise to my momma I said
Committing to personal aspirations and goals
"I betcha you see me at the Apollo one day and I'ma
Sharing aspirations of grandeur
Be kickin' that fat funk shit
Performing and creating original, cutting-edge music
Black mackadocious, speakers in the back trunk shit"
Proudly displaying individuality and creativity
'Cause the boss is bossing me, that's costing me
Understanding the pressures and expenses of working for someone else
To miss classes and I feel he's forcing me
Feeling limited in personal growth and development due to work obligations
To be a jackass in the future, then who's gonna shoot ya?
Pondering the consequences of making short-sighted, self-destructive decisions
At this point in my life is where I chose to write rhymes
Choosing a career path that allows for creative expression
Instead of doing crimes
Rejecting a life of criminal activity
Nineteen eighty-six to nineteen eighty-nine
Time frame of musical experimentation and growth
Organized Konfusion, did not, get, signed
Struggling to make it in the competitive music industry
But we will soon one day, until then
Maintaining hope and dedication to the craft
I return at twelve noon on the track, Black Sunday
Returning to the roots of creativity and self-expression
Yeah, remember losing a loved one, lord help us to make it over
Dealing with the difficult aftermath of losing someone close
Delete the pork, the cigarettes and forty-nine cent soda
Recognizing and rejecting unhealthy habits
We came a long way and I'm still runnin for my freedom
Continuing to work towards greater personal and societal liberation
Still have one hundred miles to go, escape from the
Acknowledging that challenges still remain, and work is not yet complete
Crack vials, so, you can feed that baby
The adverse effects of drug culture on children and families
I used to ride the elevator with the crazy lady
Strange encounters with unpredictable individuals, highlighting the unpredictability of life
A year later I made demo cassettes with the Monch
Collaboration with fellow musicians to create new works
My stick was on the fader, rhymes ran out quick so I
Experiencing creative blocks or lack of inspiration
Encouraged Monch to start writing rhymes
Inspiring others to pursue creative expression
And Mrs. J cooked dinner then we came into same hard times
Finding support and camaraderie with fellow musicians and friends during difficult times
Sour contract shouldn't have been on the plate
Dealing with the challenges of navigating unwieldy contracts and business deals
Two apes escaped, back to L.A. with our demo tape
Returning to one's roots and origins
The state of mind I was in since Paul C died is that
Reflecting on the impact of a significant loss on personal perspective and mentality
I gotta get mines, representin 40 projects so I'm
Working hard to represent one's community and hometown
All-in, gotta make papes and all that
Committing to financial success and stability
Close my own record deal cause I can't fall for that
Taking control of one's own business and financial decisions
Old snake shit, hissin' in the grass
Dealing with underhanded and deceitful behavior in one's industry or profession
For the cash, little cents, intuition listen
Recognizing the importance of following one's own judgment and intuition
If you're missin' my money, my fist you will be kissin'
Asserting oneself and confronting those who may be attempting to take advantage
Dang, I don't even understand
Expressions of frustration and confusion amidst challenges and uncertainty
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: LAWRENCE BASKERVILLE, TROY JAMERSON
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Jake Marsala
Straight fire, upsets me that nobody listens to these guys
bengalsbee
… anymore. Me too. Grew up on this stuff. My daughter got “mumble rap” … fuuuuck
Gold Chasers
Pharaohe monche was pretty popular
forever SHAMPOO
Still listenin
PHOX CYDE
One of my favorite jams by them
Jake Marsala
@Michelle J. Bitunjac hell yea dude that's wassup
Rahkiel Singh
I bought this album on cassette tape back in the day. realness lives forever 1💛
Johnathan
Underrated.
Sim ?
Lord, help me out now..
We gotta get TOGETHER
We gotta ORGANIZE
No matter the weather....
VicLogic1
it's a BLACK SUNDAY!!!!