Ghetto gospel

[Chorus]
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 warrior
Without the sound of guns

If I could recollect before my hood days
I'd sit and reminisce thinking of bliss on the good days
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em
They tested with stress that they under.
And nowadays things change
Everyone's ashamed of the youth 'cus the truth looked strange
And for me its reversed we left em a world that's cursed and it hurts
Cause any day they'll push the button.
And all commend like Malcolm x and Bobby Hutton
Died for nothin'.
Gunna make u get teary the world looks dreary
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, cus we're human
I hope we see the light before it's ruined
My ghetto gospel

[Chorus]

Tell me do you see that old lady aint it sad?
Living out a bag, in her rags, of the little things she has
Over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy.
Guess who's giving 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 will i still keep the courage.
I refuse to be a role model.
If said go take control drink out my own bottles.
I make mistakes, i learn from everyone.
And when it's said and done, i'll bet there's bound to be a better one.
if I upset you don't stress
Never forget, that God isn't finished with me yet.
I feel his hands on my brain.
When I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the Lord do his thing.
but am I less holy,
Cus I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies
Before we find world peace, we gotta find peace
And in the war in the streets
My Ghetto Gospel.

[Chorus]

[2Pac]
Lord can you hear me speak?
I paid the price of being hellbound