Ghetto Gospel
Tupac Shakur
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[Ritornello]Em GThose who wiiiiish to follow me (myghetto gospel)Those who wiiiiish to follow me (my ghetto gospel)Am B7I welcome with my haaaaaaaaaandsEm DAnd the red sun sinks at last, intoCthe hills of goldAnd the red sun sinks at last, into the hills of goldAmAnd peace to this young warrior,Cwithout the soundAnd peace to this young warrior, without the soundDof guns[Versetto]EmIf I could recollect a-from my hooddaysIf I could recollect a-from my hood daysAm7I sit and reminisce, thinkin of blissBmon the good daysI sit and reminisce, thinkin of bliss on the good daysEmI stop and stare at the younger, myheart goes to 'emI stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to 'emAmThey tested with stress that theyBmunderThey tested with stress that they underEmAnd nowadays things changeAmEveryone's ashamed of the youth causeBmthe truth look, strangeEveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strangeEmAnd for me it's a firstAmWe left 'em a world that's cursed,Bmand it - hurtsWe left 'em a world that's cursed, and it - hurtsEmCause any day they'll push the buttonCause any day they'll push the buttonAmAnd all come in like Malcolm X orBmBobby Hutton died for nuttinAnd all come in like Malcolm X or Bobby Hutton died for nuttinEmDon't it make you get teary, theAmworld looks drearyDon't it make you get teary, the world looks drearyBmWhen you wipe yo' eyes see it clearlyWhen you wipe yo' eyes see it clearlyEmThere's no need for you to FEAR meAmIf you take your time and HEAR me,Bmmaybe you can learn to CHEER meIf you take your time and HEAR me, maybe you can learn to CHEER meEmIt ain't about black or white causewe humanIt ain't about black or white cause we humanAmI hope we see the light before it'sBmruined, my ghetto gospelI hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospel[Ritornello]Em GThose who wiiiiish to follow me (myghetto gospel)Those who wiiiiish to follow me (my ghetto gospel)Am B7I welcome with my haaaaaaaaaandsEm DAnd the red sun sinks at last, intoCthe hills of goldAnd the red sun sinks at last, into the hills of goldAmAnd peace to this young warrior,Cwithout the soundAnd peace to this young warrior, without the soundDof guns[Versetto]EmTell me do you see that old lady,ain't it sadTell me do you see that old lady, ain't it sadAmLivin out of bags, plus is glad forBmthe little things she, hasLivin out of bags, plus is glad for the little things she, hasEmAnd over there there's a lady, crackAmgot her crazyAnd over there there's a lady, crack got her crazyBmGuess who's givin birth to a, baby?EmI don't trip and let it fade meAmFrom out of the fryin pan, we jumpBminto another form of slaveryFrom out of the fryin pan, we jump into another form of slaveryEmEven now I get discouragedAmWonder if they take it all back, willBmI still keep the - courage?Wonder if they take it all back, will I still keep the - courage?EmI refuse to be a role modelAmI set goals, take control, drink outBmmy own bottlesI set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesEmI made mistakes, but learned fromevery oneI made mistakes, but learned from every oneAmAnd when it's said and done, I betBmthere's got to be a better oneAnd when it's said and done, I bet there's got to be a better oneEmIf I upset you don't stress, neverforgetIf I upset you don't stress, never forgetAm BmThat God is up in this with me yetEmI feel his hand on my brainAmWhen I write rhymes I go blind andBmlet the Lord do his, thangWhen I write rhymes I go blind and let the Lord do his, thangEmBut am I less holy?AmCause I chose to puff a blunt, andBmdrink a beer with my homiesCause I chose to puff a blunt, and drink a beer with my homiesEmBefore we find world peaceAm BmWe gotta find peace within the war inthe streets, my ghetto gospelWe gotta find peace within the war in the streets, my ghetto gospel[Ritornello]Em GThose who wiiiiish to follow me (myghetto gospel)Those who wiiiiish to follow me (my ghetto gospel)Am B7I welcome with my haaaaaaaaaandsEm DAnd the red sun sinks at last, intoCthe hills of goldAnd the red sun sinks at last, into the hills of goldAmAnd peace to this young warrior,Cwithout the soundAnd peace to this young warrior, without the soundDof guns