โหลดเพลง mp3 Ghetto Gospel - 2Pac

Ghetto Gospel - 2Pac
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 that good dayz

I stop and stare at the younger
My heart goes to'em
They tested it was stressed that fate under
In our days things changed
Everyone's ashamed to the youth cuz the truth looks strange
And for me it's the worst
We left of a world that's cursed
And it hurts
Cause any day they'll push the button
And ya'll condemned like malcolm x and bobby hunton
Died for none
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 ain't about black or white cuz we're human
I hope you see the light before it's 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 ain't it sad
Living out a bag plus 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're jumping to 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 it's 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