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• Artiste: Amuru Shakur
• Titre: Ghetto Gospel
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<script type="text/javascript"> $(document).ready(function(e) { $(".protected").disableSelection(); }); </script>Uh, hit 'em with a little ghetto gospel 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 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 AIDS tested, it was stress that they under And nowadays things change Everyone's ashamed of the youth, 'cause the truth look strange And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed and it hurts Cause any day they'll push the button And all commend, like Malcolm X and Bobby Hut died for nothin' Thought'll 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, 'cause we're human I hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospel 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 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, yet she's givin' birth to a baby I don't trip or 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 say go, 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 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? '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 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 Lord can you hear me speak? They pay the price for being hell bound<br/>---<br/>"Ghetto Gospel" as written by Elton John, Bernie Taupin, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Deon Evans, Marshall B. Iii Mathers, Luis Edgardo Resto<br/>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group<br/>Lyrics powerd by <a href="http://www.lyricfind.com/" target="_NEW" style="text-decoration: none;">LyricFind</a><br/>