Hit em with a little ghetto gospel

[Chorus: Elton John

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 sounds of guns

[Verse 1

If I could recollect before my hood days

I d sit and reminisce thinkin of bliss of the good days

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

AIDS testedit was stress that they under

And nowadays things change

Everyone s ashamed of the youthcuz the truth look strange

And for me it s reversedwe left them a world that s cursed and it hurts

Cuz any day they ll push the button

And all good men like Malcolm X and Bobby Hutton died for nothin

Told em they could get tearythe 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 to hear memaybe you can learn to cheer me

It aint about black or whitecuz we re human

I hope we see the light before it s ruined

My Ghetto Gopsel

[Chorus

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 sounds of guns

[Verse 2

Tell me do you see that old ladyaint it sad?

Livin outta bagsbut she s glad for the little things she has

And over there there s a lady

Crack got her crazyyet she s givin birth to a baby

I don t trip and let it fade me

From outta the frying pan we jump into another form of slavery

Even now I get discouraged

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

I refuse to be a role model

I set goalsstay in controldrink out my own bottles

I made mistakes but learned 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 forgetthat 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 thang

But am I less holy?

Cuz 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

[Chorus

Those who wish to follow me Yeaghetto gospel

I welcome with my hands

and the red sun sinks at last

into the hills of gold

And peace to this young worrier

Without the sounds of guns

Lord can you hear me speak?

They pay the price for being hell bound

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