2Pac - Loyal to the Game Ghetto Gospel Feat. Elton John Lyrics

Uhh,
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 at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns

[ 2Pac ]

If I could recollect before my hood days
I'd sit and reminisce, thinkin a bliss of the good days
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em
They tested, it was stress that they under
an' now a days, things changed
Everyone's ashamed of the youth 'cause the truth looks strange
And for me it's reversed, we left 'em a world thats cursed, and it hurts
cause any day they'll push the b___on
and all condemned like Malcom x and Bobby Hunton, die for nothin'
Don't it make ya 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, 'cause we're human
I hope we see the light before its ruined
my ghetto gospel

Chorus ( Elton John ):

Those who wish to follow me
(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

[ 2Pac ]

Tell me do you see that old lady, aint it sad
Living out a bags, but she's glad for the little things she has
And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy
Guess she's givin birth to a baby
I don't trip and let it fade me, from out of the frying pan, we jump into another form of slavery.
Even now i get discouraged
Wonder if they take it all back would I still keep the courage?
I refuse to be a role model
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottle (own bottle)
I make mistakes, but learn from every one
And when its said and done
I bet this brotha be a better one
If I uspet 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 am I less holy
'cause 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

Chorus ( Elton John ):
Those who wish to follow me
( Yeah, 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 bein hellbound...