I welcome with my hands
I'd sit and remanence thinkin' of bliss of the good days
I don't trip and let it fade me from outta the frying pan
My Ghetto Gospel
'Cuz the truth look strange and for me it's reversed
And peace to this young warrior without the sounds of guns
(Yeah, Ghetto Gospel)
Those who wish to follow me
'Cuz we're human I hope we see the light before it's ruined
Told 'em they could get teary the world looks dreary
Even now I get discouraged wonder if they take it all back
And peace to this young warrior without the sounds of guns
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
Aids tested it was stress that they under
I feel His hand on my brain when I write rhymes
We jump into another form of slavery
I welcome with my hands
Those who wish to follow me
Tell me do you see that old lady, ain't it sad?
And end the war in the streets my Ghetto Gospel
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
If I upset you don't stress never forget
Lord can You hear me speak?
Maybe you can learn to cheer me it ain't about black or white
(My Ghetto Gospel)
There's no need for you to fear me
When you wipe your eyes see it clearly
But am I less holy 'cuz I chose to puff a blunt
'Cuz any day they'll push the button and all good men
I go blind and let the Lord do His thing ain't it
Those who wish to follow me
And over there there's a lady crack got her crazy
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
Like Malcolm X and Bobby Hutton died for nothin'
Drink out my own bottles I made mistakes
And nowadays things change
If you take your time to hear me
That God isn't finished with me yet
I refuse to be a role model I set goals, stay in control
Everyone's ashamed of the youth
I welcome with my hands
Will I still keep the courage?
And peace to this young warrior without the sounds of guns
Yet she's givin' birth to a baby
(Ghetto Gospel)
Before we find world peace we gotta find peace
But learned from every one and when it's said and done
Livin' outta bags but she's glad for the little things she has
And drink a beer with my homies
If I could recollect before my hood days
I bet this brother be a better one
I stop and stare at the younger my heart goes to ‘em
We left them a world that's cursed and it hurts
