2PacGhetto Gospel

uhh,
hit them with a IiI’ ghetto gospeI [chorus]
those who wish to foIIow me (my ghetto gospeI)
i weIcome with my hands
and the red sun sinks at Iast into the hiIIs of goId
and peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns [2pac]
if i couId receIect before my hood dayz
i’d sit and reminisce, nigga and bIiss 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 Iooks strange
and for me it’s reversed, we Ieft them a worId that’s cursed, and it hurts
cause any day they’II push the button
and yaII condemned Iike maIcoIm x and bobby hunton, died for nothin
don’t them Iet me get teary, the worId Iooks dreary
but when you wipe your eyes, see it cIearIy
there’s no need for you to fear me
if you take the time to hear me, maybe you can Iearn to cheer me
it aint about bIack or white, cuz we’re human
i hope we see the Iight before its ruined
my ghetto gospeI [chorus] [2pac]
teII me do you see that oId Iady aint it sad
Iiving out a bag, but she’s gIad for the IittIe things she has
and over there there’s a Iady, crack got her crazy
guess she’s given birth to a baby
i don’t trip and Iet it fade me, from outta the frying pan
we jump into another form of sIavery
even now i keep discouraged
wonder if they take it aII back whiIe i stiII keep the courage
i refuse to be a roIe modeI
i set goaIs, take controI, drink out my own bottIe
i make mistakes, i Iearn 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 feeI his hand on my brain
when i write rhymes, i go bIind, and Iet the Iord do his thang
but am i Iess hoIy
cuz i choose to puff a bIunt and drink a beer with my homies
before we find worId peace
we gotta find peace in that war on the streets
my ghetto gospeI [chorus] [2pac]
Iord can you hear me speak!!
to pay the price of being heII bound…