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| 2Pac Miscellaneous Ghetto Gospel uh Hate em with a little ghetto gospel Those who wish to follow me (my ghetto gospel) I welcome with my hands And the rest un-synchronised Into the hills of gold And these to this young warrior Without the sound of guns If I could recollect before my hood days I sit and reminisce Thinking of bliss of the good days I stop and stare at the younger My heart goes to em They test it was stressed that they under An now-a-days things change Everyone’s ashamed of the youth coz the truth looks strange And for me it’s the first We left them a world that’s cursed An it hurts Coz any day they’ll push the button An all good men like Malcolm Metz an Bobby Hutton died for nuttin don’t it make ya get teary The world looks dreary When you wipe your eyes see it clearly Theres no need for you to fear me If you take your time to hear me Maybe you can let it cheer me It aint about black and white Coz we’re human I hope we see the light before its ruined My ghetto gospel Those who wish to follow me (ghetto gospel) I welcome with my hands And the rest un-synchronised Into the hills of gold And these to this young warrior Without the sound of guns Tell me do you see that old lady aint it sad Livin outta bags when’s she glad for the little things she has An over there there’s a lady, crack got her crazy Yeh she’s givin birth to a baby I don’t trip an let it fade me For my in a fryin pan we jump into another form of slavery Even now I get discovered One day if they take it all back well I’ll still keep the courage I refuse to be a role model I said go stay in control Drink out my own bottles I made mistakes I learned from everyone An when its said an done I let this brother be a battle won If I upset you don’t stress don’t ever forget that god hasn’t finished with me yet I feel his hand on my brain When I right wrongs I go blind an let the lord do his thing But am I less holy Coz I take a pump of blood an drink up beer with my homies Before we find world peace We gotta find peace in the war an the streets My ghetto gospel Those who wish to follow me (yeea ghetto gospel) I welcome with my hands And the rest un-synchronised Into the hills of gold And these to this young warrior Without the sound of guns Lord can you hear me speak I paid the price for bein hell bound |
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