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Lyrics
[2Pac]
Uhh.. hit 'em with a little ghetto gospel
(Chorus) [Samples from "Indian Sunset" by Elton John]
[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 sound of guns.
Verse 1:
[2Pac]
If I could recollect before my hood days,
I'd sit and reminisce, think of the bliss of 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 changed.
Everyone's ashamed of the youth, 'cause the truth looks strange.
And for me it's reversed.
We've 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 and Bobby Hutton died for nothin'.
Don't it make you get teary?
The world looks dreary. But, when you wipe your eyes see it clearly.
There's no need for you to fear me.
If you take the time to 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.
(Chorus)
Verse 2:
[2Pac]
Tell me do you see that old lady? Ain't it sad?
Livin out of bags, plus is glad for the little things she has.
And over there there's a lady.
Crack got her crazy. Guess who's givin birth to a baby?
I don't trip and 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 learned from every one.
And when it's said and done, I bet this brother'll 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 choose 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)
[2Pac]
Lord, can you hear me speak?
Paid the price for bein' hellbound.
