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[ar:2pac]
[ti:ghetto gospel]
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[00:03.04] Uh, hit them with a little ghetto gospel.
[00:07.25]Those who wish to follow me. (my Ghetto gospel)
[00:12.77]I welcome with my hands.
[00:17.94]And the red sun sinks to last into the hills of gold.
[00:24.06] And peace to this young warrior,
[00:26.72]Without the sound of guns.
[00:30.18]If I could recollect before my hood days.
[00:32.75] I抎 sit and reminisce, thinking and bliss on the good days.
[00:35.30]I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to 慹m.
[00:39.57]They tested, it was stressed that they under.
[00:42.23]And nowadays, things changed.
[00:44.33] Everyone抯 ashamed to the youth, cuz the truth looks strange.
[00:48.27]And for me it抯 reversed, we left them a world that抯 cursed, and it hurts.
[00:53.94]Cause any day they抣l push the button.
[00:55.94]And all commend, like Malcom X and Bobby Hunton, died for nothin?
[01:00.06]Don抰 make me get teary, the world looks dreary.
[01:03.83]When you wipe your eyes, seeing clearly.
[01:06.19]There抯 no need for you to fear me. If you take your time to hear me,
[01:09.80]maybe you can learn to cheer me. It ain抰 about black or white,
[01:13.68] cuz we抮e human. I hope we see the light before it抯 ruined.
[01:16.99]My ghetto gospel.
[01:19.11] Those who wish to follow me. (Ghetto gospel)
[01:24.02]I welcome with my hands.
[01:29.09] And the red sun sinks to last into the hills of gold.
[01:34.96]And peace to this young warrior,
[01:38.23]Without the sound of guns.
[01:41.04] Tell me do you see that old lady, ain抰 it sad.
[01:43.85]Living out of bags, plus she抯 glad for the little things she has.
[01:47.76]And over there there抯 a lady, crack got her crazy.
[01:51.17] Guess she抯 giving birth to a baby.
[01:53.83] I don抰 trip and let 慹m fade me,
[01:55.54]? we抮e droppin?to another form of slavery.
[01:59.87] Even now I keep discouraged. Wonder if they take it all back,
[02:03.58]Will I still keep the courage? I refuse to be a role model.
[02:07.90]I set goals, t