Ghetto Gospel - 2Pac

[00:05.100]Uhh, Hit them with a lil' ghetto gospel
[00:07.860]Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel)
[00:13.890]I welcome with my hands
[00:18.690]And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
[00:24.780]And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns
[00:30.320]If I could recelect before my hood dayz
[00:32.950]I'd sit and reminisce, ***** and bliss on that good dayz
[00:36.030]i stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em
[00:40.490]They tested, it was stressed that fate under
[00:42.860]In our days, things changed
[00:45.350]Everyone's ashamed to the youth cuz the truth looks strange
[00:49.020]And for me it's the worst, we left of a world that's cursed, and it hurts
[00:53.910]cause any day they'll push the button
[00:57.630]and yall condemned like Malcolm x and Bobby Hunton, died for nothin
[01:01.310]Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary
[01:06.250]but when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly
[01:07.470]there's no need for you to fear me
[01:09.250]if you take the time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me
[01:12.980]it aint about black or white, cuz we're human
[01:15.530]I hope you see the light before its ruined
[01:18.240]my ghetto gospel
[01:41.870]Tell me do you see that old lady aint it sad
[01:44.660]Living out a bag, plus she's glad for the little things she has
[01:48.160]And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy
[01:51.320]Guess she's given birth to a baby
[01:54.350]I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan
[01:57.970]We're jumping to another form of slavery
[02:00.420]Even now I keep discouraged
[02:04.960]Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage
[02:07.750]I refuse to be a role model
[02:09.420]I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottle
[02:11.910]I make mistakes, I learn from everyone
[02:15.610]And when its said and done
[02:16.930]I bet this Brotha be a better one
[02:19.150]If I'm upset, you don't stress
[02:21.140]Never forget, that God hasn't finished with me yet
[02:25.270]I feel his hand on my brain
[02:27.020]When I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the lord do his thang
[02:31.060]But am I less holy
[02:33.420]Cuz I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies
[02:37.400]Before we find world peace
[02:39.670]We gotta find peace in that war on the streets
[02:42.330]My ghetto gospel
[03:10.900]Lord can you hear me speak!!
[03:24.940]To pay the price of being hell bound...