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Hit 'em with a little ghetto gospel
 [bad word]  Elton John]

Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel)

I [bad word] 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 �em

AIDS tested, it was stress that they under

And nowadays things change

Everyone's ashamed of the youth, cuz the [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
My Ghetto Gopsel
 [bad word] 

Those who wish to follow me (Ghetto gospel)

I [bad word] 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
 [bad word] 

Those who wish to follow me (Yea, ghetto gospel)

I [bad word] 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?