text: Uh, hit em with a little ghetto gospel
  Those who wish to follow me
  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, thinkin 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
  Everyones ashamed of the youth cause the truth look strange
  And for me its reversed
  We left em a world thats cursed, and it hurts
  ‘Cause any day theyll push the button
  And all good men like Malcolm X or Bobby Hutton died for nothin
  Dont it make you get teary? The world looks dreary
  When you wipe your eyes, see it clearly
  Theres no need for you to fear me
  If you take your time to hear me
  Maybe you can learn to cheer me
  It aint about black or white, ‘cause we human
  I hope we see the light before its ruined; my ghetto gospel
  Those who wish to follow me
  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?
  Livin out of bag but shes glad for the little things she has
  And over there, theres a lady, crack got her crazy
  Guess whos givin birth to a baby?
  I dont 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 its said and done, I bet this brother be a better one
  If I upset you, dont stress
  Never forget that God isnt 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 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
  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