[00:03.05] Hit them with a little ghetto gospel [00:06.68] Those who wish to follow me (my ghetto gospel) [00:12.59] I welcome with my hands [00:16.84] And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold [00:23.35] And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns [00:29.25] If I could recollect before my hood days [00:31.95] I'd sit and reminisce, thinking of bliss of the good days [00:35.54] I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to 'em [00:39.42] They tested, it was stress that they under [00:41.99] And nowadays things changed [00:44.14] Everyone's ashamed to the youth cause the truth looks strange [00:48.19] And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed, and it hurts [00:53.62] 'cause any day they'll push the button [00:55.92] and all good men like Malcolm X and Bobby Hutton died for nothing [00:59.98] Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary [01:03.54] but when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly [01:06.03] there's no need for you to fear me [01:07.74] if you take your time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me [01:11.63] it ain't about black or white, cause we're human [01:14.31] I hope we see the light before it's ruined [01:16.79] my ghetto gospel [01:40.36] Tell me do you see that old lady ain't it sad [01:43.52] Living out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she has [01:47.73] And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy [01:51.03] Guess she's given birth to a baby [01:53.66] I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan [01:56.93] We jump into another form of slavery [01:59.69] Even now I get discouraged [02:01.46] Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage [02:05.41] I refuse to be a role model [02:07.54] I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles [02:10.83] I make mistakes, but learn from everyone [02:13.56] And when it's said and done [02:15.13] I bet this Brother be a better one [02:17.21] If I upset you, don't stress [02:19.33] Never forget, that God hasn't finished with me yet [02:23.39] I feel his hand on my brain [02:25.11] When I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the lord do his thang [02:29.18] But am I less holy [02:31.25] 'cause I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies [02:35.35] Before we find world peace [02:37.53] We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets [02:40.51] My ghetto gospel [03:05.91] Lord can you hear me speak! [03:23.45] To pay the price of being hell bound... [03:29.93]