GHETTO GOSPEL
Hit em with a little ghetto gospel
[Chorus: Elton John
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
[Verse 1
If I could recollect before my hood days
I d sit and reminisce thinkin of bliss of the good days
I stop and stare at the younger my heart goes to em
AIDS testedit was stress that they under
And nowadays things change
Everyone s ashamed of the youthcuz the truth look strange
And for me it s reversedwe 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 tearythe 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 memaybe you can learn to cheer me
It aint about black or whitecuz we re human
I hope we see the light before it s ruined
My Ghetto Gopsel
[Chorus
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
[Verse 2
Tell me do you see that old ladyaint it sad?
Livin outta bagsbut she s glad for the little things she has
And over there there s a lady
Crack got her crazyyet 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 backwill I still keep the courage?
I refuse to be a role model
I set goalsstay in controldrink 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 forgetthat 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 thang
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
[Chorus
Those who wish to follow me Yeaghetto gospel
I welcome with my hands
and the red sun sinks at last
into the hills of gold
And peace to this young worrier
Without the sounds of guns
Lord can you hear me speak?
They pay the price for being hell bound
Hit em with a little ghetto gospel
[Chorus: Elton John
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
[Verse 1
If I could recollect before my hood days
I d sit and reminisce thinkin of bliss of the good days
I stop and stare at the younger my heart goes to em
AIDS testedit was stress that they under
And nowadays things change
Everyone s ashamed of the youthcuz the truth look strange
And for me it s reversedwe 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 tearythe 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 memaybe you can learn to cheer me
It aint about black or whitecuz we re human
I hope we see the light before it s ruined
My Ghetto Gopsel
[Chorus
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
[Verse 2
Tell me do you see that old ladyaint it sad?
Livin outta bagsbut she s glad for the little things she has
And over there there s a lady
Crack got her crazyyet 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 backwill I still keep the courage?
I refuse to be a role model
I set goalsstay in controldrink 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 forgetthat 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 thang
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
[Chorus
Those who wish to follow me Yeaghetto gospel
I welcome with my hands
and the red sun sinks at last
into the hills of gold
And peace to this young worrier
Without the sounds of guns
Lord can you hear me speak?
They pay the price for being hell bound
