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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 to last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior
Without the sound of guns

If I could recelect before my hood days
I'd sit and reminis, nigga and bliss on that good days
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em
They tested, it was stressed that fate under
In our days, things changed
Everyone's ashamed to the youth cuz the truth looks strange
And for me it's the worst
We left of a world thats cursed, and it hurts
'Cause any day they'll push the button
And y'all condemned like Malcolm X and Bobby Hunton, died for nothing
Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary
But when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly
There's 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
I hope you see the light before its ruined
My ghetto gospel

Those who wish to follow me
(My ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks to 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, ain't it sad
Living out a bag, plus she's glad for the little things she has
And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy
Guess she's giving birth to a baby
I don't trip and let it fade me, from modern and fried
Damn, we're jumping to another form of slavery
Even now I keep discouraged
Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage
I refuse to be a role model
I take hoes, keep control, drink out my own bottle
I make mistakes, I learn from everyone
And when it's said and done
I bett this brother be a better one
If I'm uspet, you don't stress
Never forget, that God hasn't finished with me yet
I feel his hand on my brain
When I write ryhmes, I go blind
And let the lord do his thang
But I'm in less holy
Cuz 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
(My ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks to last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior
Without the sound of guns

Lord can you hear me speak
To pay the price of being hellbound

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