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Uhh, Uhh,
Hit them with a lil' ghetto gospel

Those who wish to follow me
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 dayz
I would sit in bliss and reminis on the good dayz
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em
They stressed and goin under
We never really went through that
Cause we was born ?
Today things change,
Its a shame they blame it on the youth cause the truth look strange
For them its worse, we come from a world thats cursed
And it hurts
Cause any day theyll push the button
And yall condemned like malcom x and uncle
They died for nothin
Make the people teary, the world looks dreary
But when you wipe your eyes you see it clearley
Theres no need for you to fear me
If you take the time to hear me,
Maybe you can learn to cheer me
It aint about black or white cuz we're human
Both doin I hope you see the light
Before its ruined
My ghetto gospel

Those who wish to follow me
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 she aint sad
Living out a bag, in rags, loving the things she has
Over there see that lady, the cracks got her crazy
And shes gonna give birth to a baby?
I shouldnt let it fade me. we out of the projects
Jumped into another form of slavery
And even now I get discouraged
I wonder if its tooken all back will I still keep the courage
I refuse to be a role model
I keep control on the hoes and take out my old bottle
I make mistakes, I learn from everyone
And when its said and done, Ill be called a better one
If i strecth you dont stretch
Never forget, god is gonna finish with me yet
I feel his hands on my brain.
When I write ryhmes, I go blind, and let the lord do this thing
But am I any less holy
I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies
And then world peace, we tried and failed
Now theres war in the streets
My ghetto gospel


I remember grandma's hands used to hold me
Mold me, i never forget the things she told me Me modelaient
Brothas a butt, and played the big shot
But you know grannys are the only other thing lil ghetto kids got
Moms work, and pops burried
Drop me off at grannys, left without a heart cause shes worried
And ghetto grannys are like books
We got some many crooks, so many grannys gettin shook
And gettin trapped in a nursing home
Times is hard, and even worse alone
And how could you be so cold
Youll get your turn, as soon as you turn old
All they ask of every person
Is for a brotha to figure whats on his mind when hes cursin
9 out of 10 youll find them problems
Time to take listen and see what you can do to solve them
Cause every body needs a little help
On the way of relieng on ones self
And think about it, why 2pac hit you with a little ghetto gospel
My ghetto gospel


I wake up stone cold gangsta man
See ya gave me ghetto gospel, I thank you man
Used to roll in the back and do drugs a lot
Now Im bangin the tracks, slangin ryhmes I got
In this world of greed tryin to succeed on my beliefs
Now i lay me down to sleep, lord can you hear me speak
Can you forgive me for my sins
If I had it all to do again, Id still play to win
I hope the lord can understand me
A mans gotta do what he can for his family
And pay the price of being hellbound
But I ratha see hell later than see hell now
And the devil aint got nothin on the president
Cut back and keep us tsrapped in our residence
And be like animals in cages
We can rant and rave about slavery for ages
Or we can stop makin awful and hitem with a lil ghetto gospel
My ghetto gospel

[Chorus x 4]

Langue : Anglais
Genre : Rap
Interprete : 2pac
Auteur : 2pac
Compositeur : Elton Jhones
Année : 2004

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