Ghetto Gospel - 2Pac, Elton John

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 wanderer without the sound of guns

If I could recollect before my hood days

I’d sit and reminisce, thinkin a bliss of the good days

I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to’em

They tested, it was stress that they under

an' now a days, things changed

Everyone’s ashamed of the youth 'cause the truth looks strange

And for me it’s reversed, we left 'em a world thats cursed, and it hurts

cause any day they’ll push the button

and all condemned like Malcom x and Bobby Hunton, die for nothin'

Don’t it make ya get teary, the world looks dreary

but when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly

theres 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, 'cause we’re human

I hope we see the light before its 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 wanderer without the sound of guns

Tell me do you see that old lady, ain’t it sad

Living out a bags, but she’s glad for the little things she has

And over there there’s a lady, crack got her crazy

Guess she’s givin' birth to a baby

I don’t trip and let it fade me, from out of the frying pan, we jump into

another form of slavery.

Even now i get discouraged

Wonder if they take it all back would I still keep the courage?

I refuse to be a role model

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottle (own bottle)

I make mistakes, but learn from every one

And when its said and done

I bet this brotha be a better one

If I 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

'cause 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

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 wanderer without the sound of guns

Lord can you hear me speak!

To pay the price of bein' hellbound…