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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 goldAnd peace to this young warrior without the sounds of gunsIf I could recollect before my hood daysI'd sit and remanence 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 strange and for me it's reversedWe left them a world that's cursed and it hurts'Cause any day they'll push the button and all good menLike Malcolm X and Bobby Hutton died for nothin'Told 'em they could get teary the world looks drearyWhen you wipe your eyes see it clearlySongtexteThere's no need for you to fear meIf you take your time to hear meMaybe 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 ruinedMy Ghetto GospelThose who wish to follow me(Ghetto Gospel)I welcome with my handsAnd the red sun sinks at last into the hills of goldAnd peace to this young warrior without 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 lady crack got her crazyYet she's givin' birth to a babyI don't trip and let it fade me from outta the frying panWe jump into another form of slaveryEven now I get discouraged wonder if they take it all backWill I still keep the courage?I refuse to be a role model I set goals, stay in controlDrink out my own bottles I made mistakesBut learned from every one and when it's said and doneI bet this brother be a better oneIf I upset you don't stress never forgetThat God isn't finished with me yetI feel His hand on my brain when I write rhymesI go blind and let the Lord do His thing ain't itBut am I less holy 'cause I chose to puff a bluntAnd drink a beer with my homiesBefore we find world peace we gotta find peaceAnd end the war in the streets my Ghetto GospelThose who wish to follow me(Yeah, Ghetto Gospel)I welcome with my handsAnd the red sun sinks at last into the hills of goldAnd peace to this young warrior without the sounds of gunsLord can You hear me speak?Pay the price for being Hell bound
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"Ghetto Gospel [Radio Edit]" as written by Elton John, Bernie Taupin, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Deon Evans, Marshall B. Iii Mathers, Luis Edgardo Resto
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