2Pac - Ghetto Gospel Lyrics (2025)

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Uh, hit em with a little ghetto gospelThose who wish to follow meMy ghetto gospelI welcome with my handsAnd the red sun sinks at lastInto the hills of goldAnd peace to this young warriorWithout the sound of gunsIf I could recollect before my hood daysI sit and reminisceThinking of bliss and the good daysI stop and stare at the youngerMy heart goes to emThey tested with stress that they underAnd nowadays things changeEveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strangeAnd for me it's reversedWe left em a world that's cursedAnd it hurtsCause any day they'll push the buttonAnd all come in like Malcolm X or Bobby Hutton died for nothingDon't it make you get tearyThe world looks drearyWhen you wipe your eyes see it clearlyThere's no need for you to fear meIf you take your time and hear meMaybe you can learn to cheer meIt ain't about black or white cause we humanI hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospelThose who wish to follow meMy ghetto gospelI welcome with my handsAnd the red sun sinks at lastInto the hills of goldAnd peace to this young warriorWithout the sound of gunsTell me do you see that old ladyAin't it sadLiving out of bagsPlus she's glad for the little things she hasAnd over there there's a ladyCrack got her crazyGuess who's giving birth to a babyI don't trip or let it fade meFrom out of the fryin' panWe jump into another form of slaveryEven now I get discouragedWonder if they take it all backWill I still keep the courageI refuse to be a role modelI set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesI make mistakes but learn from every oneAnd when it's said and doneI bet this brother be a better oneIf I upset you don't stress never forgetThat God isn't finished with me yetI feel his hand on my brainWhen I write rhymes I go blind and let the Lord do his thingBut am I less holyCause I chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesBefore we find world peaceWe gotta find peace and end the war in the streetsMy ghetto gospelThose who wish to follow meMy ghetto gospelI welcome with my handsAnd the red sun sinks at lastInto the hills of goldAnd peace to this young warriorWithout the sound of gunsLord can you hear me speakTo pay the price of being hellbound

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