Uh hit them with a little ghetto gospel
Those who wish to follow me
My ghetto gospel
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks to last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior
Without the sound of guns
If I could recollect before my hood days
I sit and reminisce thinking and bliss on the good days
I stop and stare at the younger my heart goes to m
They tested it was stressed that they under
And nowadays things changed
Everyone ashamed to the youth cuz the truth looks strange
And for me it reversed we left them a world that cursed and it hurts
Cause any day theyl push the button
And all commend like malcom x and bobby hunton died for nothin
Don make me get teary the world looks dreary
When you wipe your eyes seeing clearly
There no need for you to fear me if you take your time to hear me
Maybe you can learn to cheer me it ain about black or white
Cuz wee human I hope we see the light before it ruined
My ghetto gospel
Those who wish to follow me
Ghetto gospel
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks to last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior
Without the sound of guns
Tell me do you see that old lady ain it sad
Living out of bags plus she glad for the little things she has
And over there there a lady crack got her crazy
Guess she giving birth to a baby
I don trip and let m fade me
Wee droppin to another form of slavery
Even now I keep discouraged wonder if they take it all back
Will I still keep the courage I refuse to be a role model
I set goals take control drink out my own bottles
I made mistakes but learned from every one
And when it said and done I bet this brother be a better one
If I upset you don stress never forget that god hasn 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 but am I less holy
Cuz I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homeyz
Before we find world peace we gotta find peace in the war on the streets
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 sound of guns
Lord can you hear me speak