Uhh, 
Hit them with a lil' ghetto gospel 
Yeah! Ma Ghetto Gospel! 

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin 

[verse one] 
2-Pac 

If I could recelect before my hood dayz 
I'd sit and reminisce, [bad word] and bliss on the good dayz 
i stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em 
They tested, it was stressed that they under 
We never really went threw that coz we was born BC un me b4 crack 
In our days, things changed 
Everyone's ashamed to the youth cuz the [bad word] looks 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 yall condemned like Malcolm x and Bobby Hunton, died for nothin 
Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary 
but when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly 
there's no need for you to fear me 
if you take the 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 [bad word] 
my ghetto gospel 
 [bad word]  
Akon 

Whoever said that this [bad word] would stop today 
a lot of niggas dead or locked away 
Teenage Women growing up with aids 
Cause thats the life when your 
Living in the (ghetto) 
Or eating in the (ghetto) 
Or sleeping in the (ghetto, ghetto) 
Thats the life when your 
Living in the (ghetto) 
Or eating in the (ghetto) 
Or sleeping in the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto) 

[verse two] 
2-Pac 

Tell me do you see that old lady aint it sad 
Living out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she has 
And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy 
Guess she's given 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 keep discouraged 
Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage 
I refuse to be a role model 
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottle 
I make mistakes, I learn 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 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 choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies 
Before we find world peace 
We gotta find peace in that war on the streets 
My ghetto gospel 
 [bad word]  
Akon 

Whoever said that this [bad word] would stop today 
a lot of niggas dead or locked away 
Teenage Women growing up with aids 
Cause thats the life when your 
Living in the (ghetto) 
Or eating in the (ghetto) 
Or sleeping in the (ghetto, ghetto) 
Thats the life when your 
Living in the (ghetto) 
Or eating in the (ghetto) 
Or sleeping in the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto) 

Akon 

Gun shots every night in the (ghetto) 
Crooked cops on sight in the (ghetto) 
Every day is a fight in the (ghetto) 
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto) 
Got kids to feed in the (ghetto) 
Selling coke and weed in the (ghetto) 
Every day somebody bleeding in the (ghetto) 
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto) 

Cuz thats the life when your 
Livin in the (ghetto) 
Or livin by the (ghetto) 
Or eatin in the (ghetto, ghetto) 
Cuz thats the life your 
Livin in the (ghetto) 
Or sleepin in the (ghetto) 
Livin in the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)