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Uhh, Hit them with a lil‘ 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
If I could recelect before my hood dayz
I‘d sit and reminisce, nigga and bliss on that good dayz
i stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to‘em
They tested, it was stressed that fate under
In our days, things changed
Everyone‘s ashamed to the youth cuz the truth looks strange
And for me it‘s the worst, we left of a world that‘s cursed, and it
hurts
cause any day they‘ll push the button
and yall condemned like Malcolm x and Bobby Hunton, died for nothin
Don‘t them let me get teary, the world looks dreary
but when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly
there‘s no need for you to fear me
if you take the time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me
it aint about black
