Ghetto Gospel Lyrics

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