Hit 'em with a little ghetto gospel
 [bad word] 
Those who wish to follow me,
I [bad word] with my hands
And the red sun seems to last
Into the hills of Gold
And peace to this young warrior
Without the sound of guns

(Tupac)
If I could recollect before my hood days,
I'd sit and reminisce, thinking in bliss of the good days
I stop and stare at the younger,
My heart goes to 'em
They test what they stress that they under
And nowadays, things changed
Everyone's ashamed of the youth
Cos the [bad word] look strange
And for me, it's reverse
We left them a world that's cursed, and it hurts
Cos any day, they'll push the button
And all the good men, like [bad word] X and Bobbie Hunton die for nothing
Thought that'd make me get teary, the world looks dreary
When finally, your eyes see it clearly
There's no need for you to fear me,
If you take your time to hear me
Maybe you could learn to cheer me
It ain't about black or white cos we human
I hope we see the light before [bad word] My ghetto gospel
 [bad word] 

Tell me, do you see that old lady, ain't it sad
Livin' outa 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 her baby
I don't trip and let it fade me
From out of 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, take control, drink out my own bottles
I made mistakes but learned from everyone
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?
Cos I choose 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
 [bad word] 

"Lord, can you hear me speak,
I paid the price for being [bad word] bound"