Ghetto Gospel

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Hit 'em with a little ghetto gospel

Those who wish to follow me

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

If i could recollect before my hood days

I'd sit and reminisce thinkin of bliss of the good days

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

They geussed it was stress that they under

And nowadays things changed

Everyone's ashamed of the youth cuz the truth look strange

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

Cuz any day they'll push the button

And all good men like malcolm x and bobby hutton died for nottin

Don't it make you 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 cuz we're human

I hope we see the light before it's ruined

My ghetto gospel

Those who wish to follow me

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

Livin outta bags but she's glad for the little things 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 frying pan we jumpin to 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 take control drink out my own bottles

I make mistakes but learn from every one

And when it's said and done

I bet this brotha be a better one

If i upset you dont 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 thang

But im less holy

Cuz i took a puff of blunt and drink a beer with my homies

Before we find world peace

We gotta find peace and end the war on the streets

My ghetto gospel

Those who wish to follow me

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 of being hell bound