Ghetto Gospel

Uh.. Hit 'em with a little ghetto gospel [Chorus: Elton John] 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 thinkin of bliss of the good days I stop and stare at the younger my heart goes to 'em They test, it was stress that they under And nowadays things changed Everyone's ashamed of the youth, cuz the truth look strange And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed and it hurts Cuz any day they'll push the button And all good men like Malcolm X and Bobby Hutton died for nottin don't it make you 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 your time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me It ain't about black or white, cuz we're human I hope we see the light before it's ruined My Ghetto Gospel [Chorus] Those who wish to follow me (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? Livin outta bags, but she's glad for the little things she has And over there there's a lady Crack got her crazy, guess who's givin birth to a baby I don't trip and let it fade me From outta the frying pan we jumpin to 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 I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles I make mistakes but learn from every one And when it's said and done I bet this brotha be a better one If I upset you dont 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 took a puff of blunt and drink a beer with my homies Before we find world peace We gotta find peace and end the war on the streets My Ghetto Gospel [Chorus] Those who wish to follow me (Yea, 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 sounds of guns Lord can you hear me speak? I pay the price of being hell bound!