Those who wish to follow me (my ghetto gospel) I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns
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 Everyone's ashamed of the youth 'cause the truth look, strange And for me it's reversed We left em a world that's cursed And it hurts 'Cause any day they'll push the button And all come in like Malcolm X or Bobby Hutton died for nothing Don't it make you get teary The world looks dreary When you wipe your eyes see it clearly There's no need for you to fear me If you take your time and hear me Maybe you can learn to cheer me It ain't about black or white 'cause we human I hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospel
Those who wish to follow me (my ghetto gospel) I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns
Tell me do you see that old lady Ain't it sad
Those who wish to follow me (my ghetto gospel) I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns