Ghetto Gospel

featuring Elton John







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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 sounds of guns







[Verse 1]



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 ÔÇ˙em



AIDS tested, it was stress that they under



And nowadays things change



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 nothin



Told em they could 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 aint about black or white, cuz we're human



I hope we see the light before it's ruined



My Ghetto Gopsel







[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 sounds of guns







[Verse 2]



Tell me do you see that old lady, aint 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, yet she's givin birth to a baby



I don't trip and let it fade me



From outta the frying 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, stay in control, drink out my own bottles



I made mistakes but learned 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 thang



But am I less holy?



Cuz 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]



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 worrier



Without the sounds of guns







Lord can you hear me speak?