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2Pac – Ghetto Gospel

2Pac – Ghetto Gospel

“Ghetto Gospel” is a song by rapperTupac Shakur, which was released as the lead single from his 2004 posthumous album Loyal to the Game.

The song was produced by rapper Eminem and samples the 1971 Elton John song, “Indian Sunset“. The single topped the charts in the United Kingdom (for 3 weeks), Australia, Czech Republic, and the Republic of Ireland. In New Zealand it peaked at number 3.

The song was written by Tupac as an outcry to “end the war on the streets”, addressing the futility of racial difference and dissidence, particularly under the unifying banner of poverty.

He also pays tribute to murdered black activists Malcolm X and Bobby Hutton in the song.

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2Pac – Ghetto Gospel Lyrics

Uh, hit em with a little ghetto gospelThose who wish to follow me
My ghetto gospel
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks at last
Into the hills of goldAnd peace to this young warrior
Without the sound of guns
If I could recollect before my hood days
I sit and reminisceThinking of bliss and the good days
I stop and stare at the younger
My heart goes to ’em
They tested with stress that they underAnd nowadays things change
Everyone’s ashamed of the youth ’cause the truth look, strange
And for me it’s reversed
We left em a world that’s cursedAnd it hurts
‘Cause any day they’ll push the button
And all come in like Malcolm X or Bobby Hutton died for nothing
Don’t it make you get teary
The world looks drearyWhen you wipe your eyes see it clearly
There’s no need for you to fear me
If you take your time and hear me
Maybe you can learn to cheer me
It ain’t about black or white ’cause we humanI hope we see the light before it’s ruined, my ghetto gospel
Those who wish to follow me
My ghetto gospel
I welcome with my handsAnd the red sun sinks at last
Into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior
Without the sound of gunsTell me do you see that old lady
Ain’t it sad
Living out of bags
Plus she’s glad for the little things she hasAnd over there there’s a lady
Crack got her crazy
Guess who’s giving birth to a baby
I don’t trip or let it fade meFrom 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 it’s said and done
I bet this brother be a better one
If I upset you don’t stress never forget
That God isn’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 thing
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
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 hellbound

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