Ghetto Gospel
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Текст песни 2 Pac - Ghetto Gospel
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Uhh,<br />Hit them with a lil' ghetto gospel<br /><br />[Chorus - Elton John:]<br />Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel)<br />I welcome with my hands<br />And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold<br />And peace to this young warrior<br />( )<br />without the sound of guns<br /><br />[2Pac]<br />If I could reselect before my good days<br />I'd sit and reminisce, nigga and bliss on the good days<br />i stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em<br />They tested, it was stressed that they under<br />In our days, things changed<br />Everyone's ashamed to the youth<br />cuz the truth looks strange<br />And for me it's reversed,<br />we left them a world that's cursed, and it hurts<br />cause any day they'll push the button<br />and yall condemned like Malcolm x<br />and Bobby Hunton, died for nothin<br />Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary<br />but when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly<br />there's no need for you to fear me<br />if you take the time to hear me,<br />maybe you can learn to cheer me<br />it aint about black or white, cuz we're human<br />I hope we see the light before its ruined<br />my ghetto gospel<br /><br />[Chorus - Elton John]<br /><br />[2Pac]<br />Tell me do you see that old lady aint it sad<br />Living out a bag,<br />but she's glad for the little things she has<br />And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy<br />Guess she's given birth to a baby<br />I don't trip and let it fade me,<br />from outta the frying pan<br />We jump into another form of slavery<br />Even now I keep discouraged<br />Wonder if they take it all back while<br />I still keep the courage<br />I refuse to be a role model<br />I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottle<br />I make mistakes, I learn from everyone<br />And when its said and done<br />I bet this Brotha be a better one<br />If I'm upset, you don't stress<br />Never forget, that God hasn't finished with me yet<br />I feel his hand on my brain<br />When I write rhymes,<br />I go blind, and let the lord do his thang<br />But am I less holy<br />Cuz I choose to puff a blunt<br />and drink a beer with my homies<br />Before we find world peace<br />We gotta find peace in that war on the streets<br />My ghetto gospel<br /><br />[Chorus - Elton John]<br /><br />[2Pac]<br />Lord can you hear me speak!!<br />To pay the price of being hell bound...