Ghetto Gospel

Uhh,

Hit them with a little ghetto gospel

Those who wish to follow me (my ghetto gospel)

I welcome with my hands

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold

And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns

2Pac

If I could recollect before my hood days

I'd sit and reminisce, thinking of bliss of the good days

I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to 'em

They tested, it was stress that they under

And nowadays things changed

Everyone's ashamed to the youth cause the truth looks strange

And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed, and it hurts

'cause any day they'll push the button

and all good men like Malcolm X and Bobby Hutton died for nothing

Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary

but when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly

there's no need for you to fear me

if you take your time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me

it ain't about black or white, cause we're human

I hope we see the light before it's ruined

my ghetto gospel

Those who wish to follow me (my ghetto gospel)

I welcome with my hands

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold

And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns

Tell me do you see that old lady ain't it sad

Living out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she has

And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy

Guess she's given birth to a baby

I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan

We jump into another form of slavery

Even now I get discouraged

Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage

I refuse to be a role model

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles

I make mistakes, but learn from everyone

And when it's said and done

I bet this Brother be a better one

If I upset you, don't stress

Never forget, that God hasn't finished with me yet

I feel his hand on my brain

When I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the lord do his thang

But am I less holy

'cause I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies

Before we find world peace

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

My ghetto gospel

Those who wish to follow me (my ghetto gospel)

I welcome with my hands

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold

And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns

Lord can you hear me speak!

To pay the price of being hell bound...

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2Pac Feat Elton John - released 2004