2Pac 앨범 : Pac's Life (International Ver.) (Explicit)
Tupac
Miscellaneous
Ghetto Gospel
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 or white cuz we're human
I hope you see the light before its 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 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 given birth to a baby
I don't trip and let it fade me
from outta the frying pan
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 bet this Brotha be a better one
If I'm upset you don't stress
Never forget that God
hasn'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 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 in that war on 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 hell bound
Tupac
Miscellaneous
Ghetto Gospel
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 or white cuz we're human
I hope you see the light before its 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 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 given birth to a baby
I don't trip and let it fade me
from outta the frying pan
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 bet this Brotha be a better one
If I'm upset you don't stress
Never forget that God
hasn'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 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 in that war on 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 hell bound
Tupac
Miscellaneous
Ghetto Gospel
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 or white cuz we're human
I hope you see the light before its 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 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 given birth to a baby
I don't trip and let it fade me
from outta the frying pan
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 bet this Brotha be a better one
If I'm upset you don't stress
Never forget that God
hasn'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 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 in that war on 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 hell bound