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 reminisce thinkin' of bliss of the good days
I stop and stare at the younger; my heart goes to 'em
AIDS tested, it was 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 commend, like Malcolm X and Bobby Hut died for nothin'
Thought'll 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, 'cause we're human
I hope we see the light before it's ruined
My Ghetto Gospel
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, yet she's givin' birth to a baby
I don't trip or 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 say go, stay in control, drink out my own bottles
I made mistakes but learned 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 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 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
Lord can you hear me speak?
They pay the price for being hell bound
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