Post by Ghost Boy on Jan 6, 2006 21:18:20 GMT -5
Mmm... Hit 'em witta lil' ghetto gospel.
Those who wiiiish to follow meeeee... (my ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my haaaaaaaaaaaands...
And the red sun sinks at last, into the hills of goooooold...
Peace to this young warrior, without the sound of guns...
If I could recollect before my hood days.
I'd sit and reminisce, and probably bliss upon the good days.
I'd stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to them.
They were tested, it was stress that they were under.
In our days, things changed.
Everyone's ashamed, to the youth cuz the truth looks strange.
And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed, and it hurts.
Cause any day they'll push the button.
And yall condemned like Malcolm-x and Bobby Hunton, who died for nothin.
Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary.
But when you wipe your eyes, you'll 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 we see the light before its ruined.
My ghetto gospel...
Those who wiiiish to follow meeeee... (my ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my haaaaaaaaaaaands...
And the red sun sinks at last, into the hills of goooooold...
Peace to this young warrior, without the sound of guns...
Tell me do you see that old lady, aint it sad?
Living out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she has.
And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy.
Guess she's given birth to a baby.
I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan.
We jump into another form of slavery.
Even now I get discouraged.
Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage.
I refuse to be a role model.
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottle.
I make mistakes, I learn from everyone.
And when its said and done.
I bet this cracker be a better one.
If I'm 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 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 wiiiish to follow meeeee... (my ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my haaaaaaaaaaaands...
And the red sun sinks at last, into the hills of goooooold...
Peace to this young warrior, without the sound of guns...
Lord, can you hear me speak?
To pay the price of being hell bound.
Those who wiiiish to follow meeeee... (my ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my haaaaaaaaaaaands...
And the red sun sinks at last, into the hills of goooooold...
Peace to this young warrior, without the sound of guns...
If I could recollect before my hood days.
I'd sit and reminisce, and probably bliss upon the good days.
I'd stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to them.
They were tested, it was stress that they were under.
In our days, things changed.
Everyone's ashamed, to the youth cuz the truth looks strange.
And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed, and it hurts.
Cause any day they'll push the button.
And yall condemned like Malcolm-x and Bobby Hunton, who died for nothin.
Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary.
But when you wipe your eyes, you'll 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 we see the light before its ruined.
My ghetto gospel...
Those who wiiiish to follow meeeee... (my ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my haaaaaaaaaaaands...
And the red sun sinks at last, into the hills of goooooold...
Peace to this young warrior, without the sound of guns...
Tell me do you see that old lady, aint it sad?
Living out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she has.
And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy.
Guess she's given birth to a baby.
I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan.
We jump into another form of slavery.
Even now I get discouraged.
Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage.
I refuse to be a role model.
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottle.
I make mistakes, I learn from everyone.
And when its said and done.
I bet this cracker be a better one.
If I'm 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 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 wiiiish to follow meeeee... (my ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my haaaaaaaaaaaands...
And the red sun sinks at last, into the hills of goooooold...
Peace to this young warrior, without the sound of guns...
Lord, can you hear me speak?
To pay the price of being hell bound.