2Pac-Ghetto Gospel

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Hate 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 of the good days
I stop and stare at the younger
My heart goes to em
They test it was stressed that they under
An now-a-days things change
Everyone’s ashamed of the youth coz the truth looks strange
And for me it’s the first
We left them a world that’s cursed
An it hurts
Coz any day they’ll push the button
An all good men like Malcolm Metz an Bobby Hutton died for nuttin
don’t it make ya get teary
The world looks dreary
When you wipe your eyes see it clearly
Theres no need for you to fear me
If you take your time to hear me
Maybe you can let it cheer me
It aint about black and white
Coz we’re human
I hope we see the light before its ruined
My ghetto gospel

Those who wish to follow me (ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands
And the rest un-synchronised
Into the hills of gold
And these to this young warrior
Without the sound of guns

Tell me do you see that old lady aint it sad
Livin outta bags when’s she glad for the little things she has
An over there there’s a lady, crack got her crazy
Yeh she’s givin birth to a baby
I don’t trip an let it fade me
For my in a fryin pan we jump into another form of slavery
Even now I get discovered
One day if they take it all back
well I’ll still keep the courage
I refuse to be a role model
I said go stay in control
Drink out my own bottles
I made mistakes I learned from everyone
An when its said an done
I let this brother be a battle won
If I upset you don’t stress
don’t ever forget that god hasn’t finished with me yet
I feel his hand on my brain
When I right wrongs I go blind an let the lord do his thing
But am I less holy
Coz I take a pump of blood an drink up beer with my homies
Before we find world peace
We gotta find peace in the war an the streets
My ghetto gospel

Those who wish to follow me (yeea ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands
And the rest un-synchronised
Into the hills of gold
And these to this young warrior
Without the sound of guns

Lord can you hear me speak

I paid the price for bein hell bound