1971-Forever Uhh, hit em with a little ghetto gospel If I could recollect before my hood days I sit and reminisce Thinking of bliss and the good days I stop and stare at the younger My heart goes to em They tested with stress that they under And nowadays things change Everyones ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange And for me its reversed We left em a world thats cursed And it hurts Cause any day theyll push the button And all come in like Malcolm X or Bobby Hutton died for nothing Dont it make you get teary The world looks dreary When you wipe your eyes see it clearly Theres no need for you to fear me If you take your time and hear me Maybe you can learn to cheer me It aint about black or white cause we human I hope we see the light before its ruined, my ghetto gospel Tell me do you see that old lady Aint it sad Living out of bags Plus shes glad for the little things she has And over there theres a lady Crack got her crazy Guess whos giving birth to a baby I dont 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 its said and done I bet this brother be a better one If I upset you dont stress never forget That God isnt 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
Posted on: Thu, 24 Oct 2013 19:19:58 +0000
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