Versuri 04. Ghetto Gospel

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 sounds of guns 
 
If I could recollect before my hood days 
I'd sit and remanence thinkin' of bliss of the good days 
I stop and stare at the younger my heart goes to ?em 
Aids tested it was stress that they under 
 
And nowadays things change 
Everyone's ashamed of the youth 
'Cuz the truth look strange and for me it's reversed 
We left them a world that's cursed and it hurts 
 
'Cuz any day they'll push the button and all good men 
Like Malcolm X and Bobby Hutton died for nothin' 
Told 'em they could 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 to hear me 
Maybe you can learn to cheer me it ain't about black or white 
'Cuz we're 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 sounds of guns 
 
Tell me do you see that old lady, ain't it sad? 
Livin' outta bags but she's glad for the little things she has 
And over there there's a lady crack got her crazy 
Yet she's givin' birth to a baby 
 
I don't trip and let it fade me from outta the frying 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, stay in control 
Drink out my own bottles I made mistakes 
But learned 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 ain't it 
 
But am I less holy 'cuz 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 sounds of guns 
 
Lord can You hear me speak? 
Pay the price for being Hell bound