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