Ghetto Gospel

	 
[Refrain]
Em                      G 
Those who wiiiiish to follow me (my ghetto gospel) 
Am                       B7 
I welcome with my haaaaaaaaaands 
         Em                     D                 C 
And the red sun sinks at last, into the hills of gold 
      Am                             C 
And peace to this young warrior, without the sound  
    D 
of guns
[Strophe]
   Em 
If I could recollect a-from my hood days 
           Am7                                Bm 
I sit and reminisce, thinkin of bliss on the good days 
           Em 
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to 'em 
      Am                           Bm 
They tested with stress that they under 
                     Em 
And nowadays things change 
            Am                             Bm 
Everyone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange 
Em 
And for me it's a first 
                     Am                       Bm 
We left 'em a world that's cursed, and it - hurts 
Em 
Cause any day they'll push the button 
             Am                          Bm 
And all come in like Malcolm X or Bobby Hutton died for nuttin 
Em                                              Am 
Don't it make you get teary, the world looks dreary 
                  Bm 
When you wipe yo' eyes see it clearly 
 Em 
There's no need for you to FEAR me 
                  Am                                       Bm 
If you take your time and HEAR me, maybe you can learn to CHEER me 
Em 
It ain't about black or white cause we human 
  Am                                  Bm 
I hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospel
[Refrain]
Em                      G 
Those who wiiiiish to follow me (my ghetto gospel) 
Am                       B7 
I welcome with my haaaaaaaaaands 
         Em                     D                 C 
And the red sun sinks at last, into the hills of gold 
      Am                             C 
And peace to this young warrior, without the sound  
    D 
of guns
[Strophe]
                Em 
Tell me do you see that old lady, ain't it sad 
              Am                          Bm 
Livin out of bags, plus is glad for the little things she, has 
Em                                            Am 
And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy 
                   Bm 
Guess who's givin birth to a, baby? 
Em 
I don't trip and let it fade me 
                 Am                      Bm 
From out of the fryin pan, we jump into another form of slavery 
Em 
Even now I get discouraged 
                Am                        Bm 
Wonder if they take it all back, will I still keep the - courage? 
Em 
I refuse to be a role model 
        Am                               Bm 
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles 
       Em 
I made mistakes, but learned from every one 
                Am                         Bm 
And when it's said and done, I bet there's got to be a better one 
Em 
If I upset you don't stress, never forget 
 Am                            Bm 
That God is up in this with me yet 
            Em 
I feel his hand on my brain 
                         Am                  Bm 
When I write rhymes I go blind and let the Lord do his, thang 
Em 
But am I less holy? 
          Am                                Bm 
Cause I chose to puff a blunt, and drink a beer with my homies 
Em 
Before we find world peace 
     Am                        Bm 
We gotta find peace within the war in the streets, my ghetto gospel
[Refrain]
Em                      G 
Those who wiiiiish to follow me (my ghetto gospel) 
Am                       B7 
I welcome with my haaaaaaaaaands 
         Em                     D                 C 
And the red sun sinks at last, into the hills of gold 
      Am                             C 
And peace to this young warrior, without the sound  
    D 
of guns