[verse1/4]
If I could recollect before my hood days
I'd sit and reminisce, think of 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
[U]You and me never really went through that
because we was born B.C. you and me, Before Crack[/U]
Nowadays things changed
Everyone's ashamed of the youth because the truth looks strange
And for me it's reversed,
we left them a world that's cursed, and it hurts
'cause any day they'll push the button
and all commit, like Malcolm X and Bobby Hutton, die for nothing
Don't it make you 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 your time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me
it ain't about black or white, cause we're human
I hope we see the light before its ruined
my ghetto gospel
[verse2/4]
Tell me do you see that old lady ain't it sad
Living out her bags, plus she's glad for the little things she has
And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy
Plus she's given birth to a baby
I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan
We're jumpin to 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 bottle
I make mistakes, I learn from everyone
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 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
And this is not world peace
[U]We tried your way and there was war on the streets[/U]
My ghetto gospel
[verse3/4]
I remember Grandma's hands used to hold me
Mold me I'll never forget the things she told me
Brothers are fronting play the big shot
But you know Grannies are the only thing a little ghetto kids got
Mom's worked and Papa's buried she dropped me
Off at Granny's bless her heart because she worried
And Ghetto Grannies are like books
we got so many crooks because so many Granny's getting shook
and dropped off into nursing homes
and times is hard and even worse alone
And how could you be so cold
You'll get your turn as soon as you turn old
All I ask for every person
Is try to figure out what's on a brother's mind when he's cursin
Now that I tell you find a problem Time to take a listen and see what you can do to solve em
Because everybody needs a little help
On the way to relying on one self. My ghetto gospel.
[verse4/4]
I was a stone cold gangsta man
Jimmy gave me ghetto gospel I thank you man
Used to roll in packs and do crimes a lot
Now I'm banging these tracks slanging these rhymes I got
In this world of greed try to succeed on my beliefs
Now I lay me down to sleep, Lord can you feel me speak
Can you forgive me for my sins? If I had it all to do again
I'd still play to win
I hope the Lord can understand me
A man's gotta do what he can for his family
And pay the price for being hellbound
But I rather see hell later than see Hell now!
And the Devil ain't got nothing on the president
Cutback and keep us trapped in our residence
And be like animals in cages
we can rant about Slavery for ages
or we can stop and make it possible
and get em with a little Ghetto Gospel. My ghetto gospel
notes: song references Grandma's Hands by Bill Withers; and has a Last Poetz feel
AfroHope 10 months ago