מילים לשיר Ghetto Gospel – 2Pac

Uh. 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 wonder Without the sounds of guns 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 tested, it was stress that they under And nowadays things change Everyone?s ashamed of the youth, cuz the truth look strange And for me it?s reversed, we left them a world that?s cursed and it hurts Cuz any day they?ll push the button And all commend, like Malcolm X and Bobby Hut died for nothin Thought?ll 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 aint about black or white, cuz we?re human I hope we see the light before it?s ruined My Ghetto Gopsel 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 wonder Without the sounds of guns Tell me do you see that old lady, aint it sad? Livin outta bags, but she?s glad for the little things she has And over there there?s a lady Crack got her crazy, yet she?s givin birth to a baby I don?t trip or let it fade me From outta the frying pan we jumpin 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 say go, stay in control, drink 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 forget, that God hasn?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 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 wonder Without the sounds of guns Lord can you hear me speak? They pay the price for being hell bound.