Ghetto Gospel Lyrics - Loyal To The Game - 2pac

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 

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'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 

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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 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 thing 

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