Текст песни Ghetto Gospel - DRIP
Uh,
hit
em
with
a
little
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
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
Living
out
of
bags
Plus
she's
glad
for
the
little
things
she
has
And
over
there
there's
a
lady
Crack
got
her
crazy
Guess
who's
giving
birth
to
a
baby
I
don't
trip
or
let
it
fade
me
From
out
of
the
fryin'
pan
We
jump
into
another
form
of
slavery
Even
now
I
get
discouraged
Wonder
if
they
take
it
all
back
Will
I
still
keep
the
courage
I
refuse
to
be
a
role
model
I
set
goals,
take
control,
drink
out
my
own
bottles
I
make
mistakes
but
learn
from
every
one
And
when
it's
said
and
done
I
bet
this
brother
be
a
better
one
If
I
upset
you
don't
stress
never
forget
That
God
isn't
finished
with
me
yet
I
feel
his
hand
on
my
brain
When
I
write
rhymes
I
go
blind
and
let
the
Lord
do
his
thing
But
am
I
less
holy
'Cause
I
chose
to
puff
a
blunt
and
drink
a
beer
with
my
homies
Before
we
find
world
peace
We
gotta
find
peace
and
end
the
war
in
the
streets
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
Lord
can
you
hear
me
speak
To
pay
the
price
of
being
hellbound
Publishing
Group,
Kobalt
Music
Publishing
Ltd.
1 Way Up
2 Amazing
3 Make a Way
4 I Know
5 Ghetto Gospel
6 Deep
7 To the Top
8 Fairy Tale
9 All a Dream
10 (Bonus) Uhhh
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