2Pac Tupac Shakur with Elton John Ghetto Gospel

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2-Pac (Tupac Shakur)with Elton JohnGhetto
Gospel
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Uhh, hit em with a lil' ghetto gospelThose who
wish to follow me(My ghetto gospel)I welcome
with my handsAnd the red sun sinks at lastinto
the hills of goldAnd peace to this young
warriorwithout the sound of guns
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If I could recollect before my hood dayzI'd sit
and reminisce, nigga and bliss on that good
dayzI stop and stare at the younger,my heart
goes to 'em,they tested, it was stressed that
fate underIn our days, things changedEveryone's
ashamed to the youthcuz the truth looks
strangeAnd for me it's the worst, we left them
a world that's cursed,and it hurts
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Cuz any day they'll push the buttonand yall
condemned like Malcolm xand Bobby Hunton, died
for nothinDon't them let me get teary,the world
looks drearybut when you wipe your eyes, see it
clearly,there's no need for you to fear meIf
you take the time to hear me,maybe you can learn
to cheer meIt aint about black or white, cuz
we're humanI hope you see the light before its
ruined,My ghetto gospel
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Those who wish to follow me(My ghetto gospel)I
welcome with my handsAnd the red sun sinks at
lastinto the hills of goldAnd peace to this
young warriorwithout the sound of guns
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Tell me do you see that old lady aint it
sadLiving out a bag,but she's glad for the
little things she has And over there there's a
lady,crack got her crazyGuess she's given birth
to a babyI don't trip and let it fade me,from
outta the frying panWe jump into another form of
slavery
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Even now I get discouragedWonder if they take it
all back while I still keep the courageI refuse
to be a role modelI set goals, take
control,drink out my own bottleI make mistakes,
I learn from everyoneAnd when its said and
doneI bet this Brotha be a better oneIf I upset
you, don't stress
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Never forget, that God hasn't finished with me
yetI feel his hand on my brainWhen I write
rhymes, I go blind,and let the lord do his
thangBut am I less holyCuz I choose to puff a
blunt and drink a beer with my homiesBefore we
find world peaceWe gotta find peace in that war
on the streets My ghetto gospel
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Those who wish to follow me(My ghetto gospel)I
welcome with my handsAnd the red sun sinks at
lastinto the hills of goldAnd peace to this
young warriorwithout the sound of gunsLord can
you hear me speakTo pay the price of being hell
bound...