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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
sound of
guns
If I could
recollect before
my hood days
I
sit
and
reminisce
Thinking of
bliss
and
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
'em
a world
that's cursed
And
it hurts
'Cause
any day
they'll
push
the button
And
all
good men
Like
Malcolm
X
or
Bobby
Hutton
died for nothing
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
and
hear me
Maybe
you can
learn to
cheer me
It
ain't about
black or white
'cause
we
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
sound of
guns
Tell me
do you see
that old lady
Ain't it
sad
Living
out of
bags
Plus
she's
glad for
the little things
she
has
And
over there
there's
a lady
Crack
got her
crazy
Guess
who's
giving birth to
a baby
I
don't trip
or
let it fade
me
From
out of
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
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
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
sound of
guns
Lord
can you
hear me
speak
To pay
the price
of being
hellbound