Ghetto Gospel Lyrics by 2Pac

0:01Uh, hit 'em with a little ghetto gospel

0:06Those who wish to follow me

0:09(My ghetto gospel)

0:12I welcome with my hands

0:16And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold

0:23And peace to this young warrior without the sounds of guns

0:28If I could recollect before my hood days

0:31I'd sit and remanence thinkin' of bliss of the good days

0:35I stop and stare at the younger my heart goes to 'em

0:39They tested with stress that they under

0:41And nowadays things change

0:44Everyone's ashamed of the youth

0:46'Cause the truth look strange, and for me it's reversed

0:49We left them a world that's cursed and it hurts

0:52'Cause any day they'll push the button and all good men

0:57Like Malcolm X and Bobby Hutton died for nothing

0:59Told 'em they could get teary the world looks dreary

1:02When you wipe your eyes see it clearly

1:05There's no need for you to fear me

1:07If you take your time to hear me

1:09Maybe you can learn to cheer me

1:11It ain't about black or white, 'cause we're human

1:14I hope we see the light before it's ruined

1:16My ghetto gospel

1:18Those who wish to follow me

1:21(Ghetto gospel)

1:25I welcome with my hands

1:28And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold

1:34And peace to this young warrior without the sounds of guns

1:40Tell me, do you see that old lady, ain't it sad?

1:43Livin' outta bags but she's glad for the little things she has

1:46And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy

1:51Guess who's givin' birth to a baby?

1:53I don't trip and let it fade me

1:55From outta the fryin' pan, we jump into another form of slavery

1:59Even now I get discouraged

2:02Wonder, if they take it all back

2:03Will I still keep the, courage?

2:05I refuse to be a role model

2:07I set goals, stay in control, drink out my own bottles

2:10I made mistakes, but learn from every one

2:13And when it's said and done

2:14I bet this brother be a better one

2:17If I upset you don't stress

2:19Never forget that God isn't finished with me yet

2:22I feel His hand on my brain

2:25When I write rhymes, I go blind and let the Lord do His thing

2:28But am I less holy, 'cause I chose to puff a blunt

2:33And drink a beer with my homies

2:34Before we find world peace

2:37We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

2:40My ghetto gospel

2:41Those who wish to follow me

2:45(Yeah, ghetto gospel)

2:47I welcome with my hands

2:51And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold

2:57And peace to this young warrior without the sounds of guns

3:03♪

3:08Lord, can you hear me speak?

3:10♪

3:21To pay the price for bein' hell bound

3:25♪