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Hit 'em
with
a
little
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
recollect
before
my
hood days
I
sit and reminisce
Thinking
of
bliss
and
the
good
days
I
stop and stare
at
the
younger
My
heart
goes
to
'em
They
tested
with
stress
that
they
under
And
nowadays
things
change
Everyone's
ashamed
of
the
youth
'Cause
the
truth
look
strange
And
for
me
it's
reversed
We
left
'em
a
world
that's
cursed
And
it
hurts
'Cause
any
day
they'll
push the button
And
all
good
men
Like
Malcolm
X
or
Bobby
Hutton
died
for nothing
Don't
it
make
you
get teary
The
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
and
hear
me
Maybe
you can
learn
to
cheer
me
It
ain't
about
black or white
'cause
we
human
I hope
we
see the light
before
it's
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 warrior
Without
the
sound of guns
Tell
me
do
you
see
that
old lady
Ain't
it
sad
Living out of bags
Plus
she's
glad
for
the
little
things
she
has
And
over there
there's
a
lady
Crack
got
her
crazy
Guess
who's
giving birth
to
a
baby
I
don't trip
or
let
it
fade
me
From
out
of
the
fryin'
pan
We
jump
into
another
form
of
slavery
Even
now
I
get 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
make
mistakes
but
learn
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 forget
That
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 thing
But
am
I
less
holy
'Cause
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
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 warrior
Without
the
sound of guns
Lord
can
you
hear
me
speak
To
pay the price
of
being
hellbound