文本歌词

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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
Rap：If I could recollect before
My hood days
I'd sit and reminisce thinking of bliss
Of the good days
I stop and stare at the younger
My heart goes to 'em
They tested it was stress that they under
And nowadays things changed
Everyone's ashamed of the youth
Cause the truth look strange
And for me it's reversed
We left them 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 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 to hear me
Maybe you can learn to cheer me
It ain't about black or white
Cause we're 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
Rap：tell me do you see
That old lady
Ain't it sad
Living outta bags
But she's glad for the little things has
And over there there's a lady
Crack got her crazy
Guess who's giving birth to a baby
I don't trip and let it fade me
From outta the frying pan
We jumping to 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 thang
But I'm less holy
Cause I took a puff of blunt
And drink a beer with my homies
Before we find world peace
We gotta find peace
And end the war on the streets
My ghetto gospel
Those who wish to follow me
Yea 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
Lord can you hear me speak
To pay the price of being hell bound