Uhh, Hit them with a lil' ghetto gospel

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 recelect before my hood dayz I'd sit and reminisce, nigga and
bliss on the good dayz i stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em
They tested, it was stressed that they 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, died for nothin Don't them let
me get teary, the world looks dreary but 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, cuz we're human I hope we see the light before its ruined
my ghetto gospel

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

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 keep 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 Brotha 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 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

Lord can you hear me speak!! To pay the price of being hell bound...



Over N` Out, Peace And Love!