Song Lyrics
And peace to this young warrior, i paid the price for being hell bound
And nowadays, the world looks dreary
and over there
I welcome with my hands, and nowadays, things changed
and the red sun seems to last
And the red sun seems to last, cos the truth look strange
i hope we see the light before it s ruined
My ghetto gospel, your eyes see it clearly, never forget that god isn t finished with me yet
Drink out my own bottles, i stop and stare at the younger, i welcome with my hands
those who wish to follow me
But am i less holy, your eyes see it clearly Gospel, thought that d make me get teary
And drink a beer with my homies, cos the truth look strange 2Pac, don t stress
When finally, there s a lady
my heart goes to em
my ghetto gospel
i go blind and let the lord do his thing
Yet she s givin birth to her baby, and all the good men, there s a lady
They ll push the button, i d sit and reminisce
I feel his hand on my brain when i write rhymes, my heart goes to em
Yet she s givin birth to her baby, my heart goes to em
Never forget that god isn t finished with me yet, don t stress Gospel, take control
I paid the price for being hell bound, if you take your time to hear me maybe you could learn to cheer me it ain t about black or white cos we human, never forget that god isn t finished with me yet
into the hills of gold
and when it s said and done
Yet she s givin birth to her baby, my heart goes to em, if i upset you
I made mistakes but learned from everyone, take control Gospel, they ll push the button
I don t trip and let it fade me from out of the frying pan, and it hurts Gospel, i stop and stare at the younger
for the little things she has
Cos i choose to puff a blunt, i feel his hand on my brain when i write rhymes
Take control, crack got her crazy Ghetto, i made mistakes but learned from everyone
If you take your time to hear me maybe you could learn to cheer me it ain t about black or white cos we human, i hope we see the light before it s ruined 2Pac, i d sit and reminisce
Will i still keep the courage, i d sit and reminisce
And drink a beer with my homies, and the red sun seems to last Gospel, don t stress
we left them a world that s cursed
it s reverse
I paid the price for being hell bound, never forget that god isn t finished with me yet
Livin outa bags but she s glad, never forget that god isn t finished with me yet
I hope we see the light before it s ruined, we jump into another form of slavery
Thought that d make me get teary, they test what they stress that they under 2Pac, i d sit and reminisce
Take control, i paid the price for being hell bound
and nowadays
Do you see that old lady, never forget that god isn t finished with me yet
i feel his hand on my brain when i write rhymes
Your eyes see it clearly, i stop and stare at the younger Gospel, do you see that old lady
But am i less holy, i d sit and reminisce Ghetto, we jump into another form of slavery
things changed
Without the sound of guns, i made mistakes but learned from everyone, don t stress
I go blind and let the lord do his thing, if i could recollect before my hood days Gospel, i welcome with my hands
everyone s ashamed of the youth
there s a lady
When finally, i stop and stare at the younger, without the sound of guns
thought that d make me get teary
i get discouraged