2 Pac ghetto gospel LRC歌詞

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抎 sit and reminisce, thinking and bliss on the good days.
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to 慹m.
They tested, it was stressed that they under.
And nowadays, things changed.
Everyone抯 ashamed to the youth, cuz the truth looks strange.
And for me it抯 reversed, we left them a world that抯 cursed, and it hurts.
Cause any day they抣l push the button.
And all commend, like Malcom X and Bobby Hunton, died for nothin?
Don抰 make me get teary, the world looks dreary.
When you wipe your eyes, seeing clearly.
There抯 no need for you to fear me. If you take your time to hear me,
maybe you can learn to cheer me. It ain抰 about black or white,
cuz we抮e human. I hope we see the light before it抯 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抰 it sad.
Living out of bags, plus she抯 glad for the little things she has.
And over there there抯 a lady, crack got her crazy.
Guess she抯 giving birth to a baby.
I don抰 trip and let 慹m fade me,
? we抮e 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抯 said and done. I bet this brother be a better one.
If I upset, you don抰 stress. Never forget that God hasn抰 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.
Pay the price for being hellbound.