Ooh. Hit them with a lil' ghetto gospel. Chorus ( Elton John ):. Those who wish to follow me. ( My ghetto gospel ). I welcome with my hands. And the red sun sinks to last into the hills of gold. And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns. [ 2pac ]. If I could recelect before my hood dayz. I'd sit and reminis 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 thats cursed and it hurts. cause any day they'll push the button. and yall condemned like malcom 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. theres 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 or white cuz we're human. I hope you see the light before its ruined. my ghetto gospel. Chorus ( Elton John ):. Those who wish to follow me I. ( Ghetto Gospel ). I welcome with my hands. And the red sun sinks to last into the hills of gold. And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns. [ 2pac ]. Tell me do you see that old lady aint it sad. Living out a bag plus she's glad for the little things she has. And over there there's a lady crack got her crazy. Guess she's givinn birth to a baby. I don't trip and let it fade me from modern and fried. Damn we're jumping to another form of slavery. Even now I keep discouraged. Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage. I refuse to be a role model. I take hoes keep control drink out my own bottle. I make mistakes I learn from everyone. And when its said and done. I bett this brother be a better one. If I'm uspet you dont stress. Never forget that God hasn't finished with me yet. I feel his hand on my brain. When I write ryhmes I go blind and let the lord do his thang. But I'm in less holy. Cuz I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies. Before we find world peace. We gotta find peace and end the war on the streets. My ghetto gospel. Chorus ( Elton John ):. Those who wish to follow me I. ( Yeah ghetto Gospel ). I welcome with my hands. And the red sun sinks to last into the hills of gold. And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns. Lord can you hear me speak!!. To pay the price of being hellbound...