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Uh, hit 'em with a little ghetto gospelThose who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel)I welcome with my handsAnd the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold And peace to this young warriorWithout the sounds of gunsIf 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, 'cause the truth look strangeAnd for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed and it hurtsCause any day they'll push the buttonAnd all commend, like Malcolm X and Bobby Hut died for nothin'Thought'll make you 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 ain't about black or white, 'cause we're humanSongtexteI hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospelThose who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel)I welcome with my handsAnd the red sun sinks at last into the hills of goldAnd peace to this young warriorWithout the sounds of gunsTell me do you see that old lady, ain't 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 or let it fade meFrom outta the frying pan we jumpin' to 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 say go, 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 hasn'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? 'Cause 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 streets, my ghetto gospelThose who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel)I welcome with my handsAnd the red sun sinks at last into the hills of goldAnd peace to this young warriorWithout the sounds of gunsLord can you hear me speak? They pay the price for being hell bound
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"Ghetto Gospel" as written by Elton John, Bernie Taupin, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Deon Evans, Marshall B. Iii Mathers, Luis Edgardo Resto
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