Uhh, Hit them with a lil' 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 recelect before my hood dayz I'd sit and reminisce, ***** and bliss on that good dayz i stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em They tested, it was stressed that fate under In our days, things changed Everyone's ashamed to the youth cuz the truth looks strange And for me it's the worst, we left of a world that's cursed, and it hurts cause any day they'll push the button and yall condemned like Malcolm x and Bobby Hunton, died for nothin Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary but when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly there's no need for you to fear me if you take the time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me it aint about black or white, cuz we're human I hope you see the light before its ruined my ghetto gospel Tell me do you see that old lady aint it sad Living out a bag, plus she's glad for the little things she has And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy Guess she's given birth to a baby I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan We're jumping to another form of slavery Even now I keep discouraged Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage I refuse to be a role model I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottle I make mistakes, I learn from everyone And when its said and done I bet this Brotha be a better one If I'm upset, you don't stress Never forget, that God hasn'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 thang But am I less holy Cuz I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies Before we find world peace We gotta find peace in that war on the streets My ghetto gospel Lord can you hear me speak!! To pay the price of being hell bound...
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