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[Intro]
N.C.Uh, hit em with a little ghetto gospel
[Chorus]
G Those who Dwish to Emfollow me C (my ghetto gospel) I Dwelcome with my Ghands And the Emred sun Gsinks at last inCto the hills of Ggold And Cpeace to this young Gwarrior Cwithout the sound of Dguns
[Verse I]
If EmI could recollGect before my hood dCays I sDit and reminEmisce Thinking of bGliss and the gCood B7days I stEmop and stGare at the Cyounger My hDeart goes to Emem They tested with stGress that thCey undB7er
And Emnowadays Gthings chCange Everyone's ashDamed of the yEmouth 'cause the Gtruth lCook, strB7ange And Emfor me itG's reversCed We left em a wDorld that's cEmursed GAnd Cit hB7urts
'EmCause any dGay they'll push the bCutton And aDll come Emin like Malcolm GX or Bobby HCutton died for nB7othing EmDon't it make you gGet tCeary The wDorld looks dEmreary When you wGipe your Ceyes see it B7clearly
TEmhere's no nGeed for you to fear Cme If you taDke your time and Emhear me Maybe Gyou can lCearn to cB7heer me It aEmin't about bGlack or wChite 'Dcause we hEmuman I hope we sGee the liCght before it's rB7uined, my ghetto gospel
[Chorus]
G Those who Dwish to Emfollow me C (my ghetto gospel) I Dwelcome with my Ghands And the Emred sun Gsinks at last inCto the hills of Ggold And Cpeace to this young Gwarrior Cwithout the sound of Dguns
[Verse II] Em G C D Em G C B7 Tell me do you see that old lady Ain't it sad Living out of bags Plus she's glad for the little things she has And over there there's a lady Crack got her crazy Guess who's giving birth to a baby I don't trip or let it fade me From out of the fryin' pan We jump into 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 brother be a better one If I upset you don't stress never forget That God isn'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 thing But am I less holy 'Cause I chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies Before we find world peace We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets My ghetto gospel [Chorus]
G Those who Dwish to Emfollow me C (my ghetto gospel) I Dwelcome with my Ghands And the Emred sun Gsinks at last inCto the hills of Ggold And Cpeace to this young Gwarrior Cwithout the sound of Dguns
[Instrumental] repeat until the end Em G C D Em G C B7
N.C. Lord can you hear me speak N.C. To pay the price of being hellbound