Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghetto Gospel, artist - 2Pac. Date of issue: 02.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ghetto Gospel |
| Uhh, |
| Hit them with a lil' 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 wanderer without the sound of guns |
| If I could recollect before my hood days |
| I’d sit and reminisce, thinkin a 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 |
| an' now a days, things changed |
| Everyone’s ashamed of the youth 'cause the truth looks strange |
| And for me it’s reversed, we left 'em a world thats cursed, and it hurts |
| cause any day they’ll push the button |
| and all condemned like Malcom x and Bobby Hunton, die for nothin' |
| Don’t it make ya get teary, the world looks dreary |
| but when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly |
| 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, 'cause we’re human |
| I hope we see the light before its 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 wanderer without the sound of guns |
| Tell me do you see that old lady, ain’t it sad |
| Living out a bags, but she’s glad for the little things she has |
| And over there there’s a lady, crack got her crazy |
| Guess she’s givin' birth to a baby |
| I don’t trip and let it fade me, from out of the frying pan, we jump into |
| another form of slavery. |
| Even now i get discouraged |
| Wonder if they take it all back would I still keep the courage? |
| I refuse to be a role model |
| I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottle (own bottle) |
| I make mistakes, but learn from every one |
| And when its said and done |
| I bet this brotha 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 |
| 'cause I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies |
| Before we find world peace |
| We gotta find peace in that war on the streets |
| My ghetto gospel |
| Those who wish to follow me |
| (Yeah, Ghetto Gospel) |
| I welcome with my hands |
| And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold |
| And peace to this young wanderer without the sound of guns |
| Lord can you hear me speak! |
| To pay the price of bein' hellbound… |