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 remanence 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   '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 ain't about black or white   'Cuz we're human I hope we see the light before it's ruined   My Ghetto Gospel      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      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 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 thing ain't it      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      Those who wish to follow me   (Yeah, 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?   Pay the price for being Hell bound