(Chorus) Ab Eb Fm Eb Those who wish to follow me (my ghetto gospel) Db Eb Fm Eb I welcome with my hands Db Eb Db Cm And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold Bbm Cm Db Eb And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns (Verse 1) Fm Eb If I could recollect before my hood days Db Eb I'd sit and reminisce, thinking of bliss of the good days Fm Eb Db I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to 'em Bbm (Ab Gm) They tested, it was stress that they under Fm Gm And nowadays things changed Ab Cm Everyone's ashamed to the youth cause the truth looks strange Fm Eb Db Cm And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed, and it hurts Fm Eb 'cause any day they'll push the button Db Eb and all good men like Malcolm X and Bobby Hutton died for nothing Fm Eb Db Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary Bbm (Ab Gm) but when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly Fm Gm there's no need for you to fear me Ab Cm if you take your time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me Fm Eb it ain't about black or white, cause we're human Db Cm I hope we see the light before it's ruined my ghetto gospel (Chorus) Ab Eb Fm Eb Those who wish to follow me (my ghetto gospel) Db Eb Fm Eb I welcome with my hands Db Eb Db Cm And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold Bbm Cm Db Eb And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns (Verse 2) Fm Eb Tell me do you see that old lady ain't it sad Db Eb Living out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she has Fm Eb Db And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy Bbm (Ab Gm) Guess she's given birth to a baby Fm Gm I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan Ab Cm We jump into another form of slavery Fm Eb Even now I get discouraged Db Cm Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage Fm Eb I refuse to be a role model Db Eb I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles Fm Eb I make mistakes, but learn from everyone Db And when it's said and done Bbm (Ab Gm) I bet this Brother be a better one Fm Gm If I upset you, don't stress Ab Cm Never forget, that God hasn't finished with me yet Fm Eb I feel his hand on my brain Db Cm When I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the lord do his thang Fm Gm But am I less holy Ab Cm 'cause I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies Fm Eb Before we find world peace Db Cm We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets My ghetto gospel (Chorus) Ab Eb Fm Eb Those who wish to follow me (my ghetto gospel) Db Eb Fm Eb I welcome with my hands Db Eb Db Cm And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold Bbm Cm Db Eb And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns
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