Ghetto Gospel by 2Pac
Key: CC | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


Intro
N.C.
Uh, hit em with a little ghetto gospel
Chorus
G          D       Em        C
 Those who wish to follow me   (my ghetto gospel)
   D               G
 I welcome with my hands
         Em      G               C               G
 And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
     C                   G
 And peace to this young warrior
 C                    D
 without the sound of guns
Verse I]
    Em            G                   C
 If I could recollect before my hood days
    D           Em
 I sit and reminisce
              G             C   B7
 Thinking of bliss and the good days
     Em       G          C
 I stop and stare at the younger
     D            Em
 My heart goes to em
                    G           C     B7
 They tested with stress that they under
     Em       G        C
 And nowadays things change
               D            Em
 Everyone's ashamed of the youth
            G      C       B7
 'cause the truth look, strange
     Em       G        C
 And for me it's reversed
               D            Em
 We left em a world that's cursed
 G   C   B7
 And it hurts
  Em         G                    C
 'Cause any day they'll push the button
      D       Em
 And all come in
              G           C               B7
 like Malcolm X or Bobby Hutton died for nothing
 Em                 G   C
 Don't it make you get teary
      D           Em
 The world looks dreary
           G        C           B7
 When you wipe your eyes see it clearly
  Em         G                   C
 There's no need for you to fear me
          D                Em
 If you take your time and hear me
       G        C        B7
 Maybe you can learn to cheer me
     Em          G        C
 It ain't about black or white
  D         Em
 'cause we human
            G        C                B7
 I hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospel
Chorus
G          D       Em        C
 Those who wish to follow me   (my ghetto gospel)
   D               G
 I welcome with my hands
         Em      G               C               G
 And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
     C                   G
 And peace to this young warrior
 C                    D
 without the sound of guns
Verse II]
 Em  G   C
 D   Em
 G   C   B7
 Tell me do you see that old lady
 Ain't it sad
 Living out of bags
 Plus she's glad for the little things she has
 And over there there's a lady
 Crack got her crazy
 Guess who's giving birth to a baby
 I don't trip or let it fade me
 From out of the fryin' 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 make mistakes but learn 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 thing
 But am I less holy
 'Cause 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
Chorus
G          D       Em        C
 Those who wish to follow me   (my ghetto gospel)
   D               G
 I welcome with my hands
         Em      G               C               G
 And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
     C                   G
 And peace to this young warrior
 C                    D
 without the sound of guns
Instrumental
repeat until the end
 Em  G   C
 D   Em
 G   C   B7
N.C.
 Lord can you hear me speak
N.C.
 To pay the price of being hellbound