Text písně Ghetto Gospel
If I could recelect before my hood dayz
I would sit in bliss and reminis on the good dayz.
i stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em
they stressed and goin under.
today things change,its a shame
they blame it on the youth cause the truth look strange
for them its worse, we come from a world thats cursed
and it hurts.
cause any day theyll push the button.
and yall condemned like malcom x and uncle bob
they died for nothin.
make the people teary, the world looks dreary
but when you wipe your eyes you see it clearley.
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 ruiend
my ghetto gospel
those who wish to follow me(my ghetto gospel) i welcome with my hands
and the red sun sings so loud into the hills of 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, in rags, loving the things she has
over there there's a lady, the cracks got her crazy.
and shes giving birth to a baby?
i shouldnt let it fade me. we out of the projects
jumped into another form of slavery.
and even now i get discouraged.
i wonder if its tooken all back will i still keep the courage.
i refuse to be a role modle.
i keep control on the hoes and take out my old bottle.
i make mistakes, i learn from everyone.
and when its said and done, ill be called a better one.
if i strecth you dont stretch.
never forget, god is gonna finish with me yet.
i feel his hands on my brain.
when i write ryhmes, i go blind, and let the lord do this thing.
but am i any less holy,
i choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies
before we find world peace, we gotta find peace
now theres war in the streets
my ghetto gospel.
lord can you hear me speak?
i paid the price of being hellbound
25 let, herec, scénárista, rapper