2 Pac - Ghetto Gospel Lyrics
Uh..Hit 'em with a little ghetto gospel[Chorus: Elton John]Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel)I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at lastinto the hills of goldAnd peace to this young warriorWithout the sounds of guns[Verse 1]If I could recollect before my hood daysI'd sit and reminisce thinkin of bliss of the good daysI stop and stare at the younger my heart goes to ‘emAIDS tested, it was stress that they underAnd nowadays things changeEveryone's ashamed of the youth, cuz the truth look strangeAnd for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed and it hurtsCuz any day they'll push the buttonAnd all good men like Malcolm X and Bobby Hutton died for nothinTold em they could get teary, the world looks drearyWhen you wipe your eyes see it clearlyThere's no need for you to fear meIf you take your time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer meIt aint about black or white, cuz we're humanI hope we see the light before it's ruinedMy Ghetto Gopsel[Chorus]Those who wish to follow me (Ghetto gospel)I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at lastinto the hills of goldAnd peace to this young warriorWithout the sounds of guns[Verse 2]Tell me do you see that old lady, aint it sad?Livin outta bags, but she's glad for the little things she hasAnd over there there's a ladyCrack got her crazy, yet she's givin birth to a babyI don't trip and let it fade meFrom outta the frying pan we jump into another form of slaveryEven now I get discouragedWonder if they take it all back, will I still keep the courage?I refuse to be a role modelI set goals, stay in control, drink out my own bottlesI made mistakes but learned from every oneAnd when it's said and doneI bet this brother be a better oneIf I upset you don't stressNever forget, that God isn't finished with me yetI feel his hand on my brainWhen I write rhymes I go blind and let the Lord do his thangBut am I less holy?Cuz I chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesBefore we find world peaceWe gotta find peace and end the war in the streetsMy Ghetto Gospel[Chorus]Those who wish to follow me (Yea, ghetto gospel)I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at lastinto the hills of goldAnd peace to this young worrierWithout the sounds of gunsLord can you hear me speak?They pay the price for being hell bound
