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Uh, hit 'em with a little ghetto gospel | Those who wish to follow me | I welcome with my hands
Uh, hit 'em 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 sounds of guns If I could recollect before my hood days I'd sit and remanence thinkin' of bliss of the good days I stop and stare at the younger my heart goes to 'em They tested with stress that they under And nowadays things change Everyone's ashamed of the youth 'Cause the truth look 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 Told 'em they could get teary the world looks dreary 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 (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 sounds of guns Tell me, do you see that old lady, ain't it sad? Livin' outta bags but she's glad for the little things she has And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy Guess who's givin' birth to a baby? I don't trip and let it fade me From outta the fryin' pan, we jump into another form of slavery Even now I get discouraged Wonder, if they take it all back Will I still keep the, courage? I refuse to be a role model I set goals, stay in control, drink out my own bottles I made mistakes, but learn from every one 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 isn'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 thing But am I less holy, 'cause I chose 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 (Yeah, 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 sounds of guns Lord, can you hear me speak? To pay the price for bein' hell bound
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