Ghetto Gospel 2Pac
(Chorus)
[Ab]Those who [Eb]wish to f[Fm]ollow [Eb]me (my ghetto gospel)
[Db] I [Eb]welcome with m[Fm]y hands[Eb]
And the [Db]red sun [Eb]sinks at last [Db]into the hills of[Cm] gold
And p[Bbm]eace to this young [Cm]warrior [Db]without the sound of [Eb]guns
(Verse 1)
If [Fm]I could recollect [Eb]before my hood days
I'd sit and [Db]reminisce, thinking of bliss [Eb]of the good days
[Fm]I stop and stare at [Eb]the younger, my heart goes [Db]to 'em
They tested, it was [Bbm]stress that they [(Ab]unde[Gm)]r
[Fm]And nowadays [Gm]things changed
Everyone's [Ab]ashamed to the youth caus[Cm]e the truth looks strange
[Fm]And for me it's [Eb]reversed, we left them a [Db]world that's cursed, and [Cm]it hurts
'ca[Fm]use any day they'l[Eb]l push the button
and all good[Db] men like Malcolm X and Bobby[Eb] Hutton died for nothing
[Fm]Don't them let me ge[Eb]t teary, the world looks dr[Db]eary
but when you wipe y[Bbm]our eyes, see it [(Ab]clea[Gm)]rly
[Fm]there's no ne[Gm]ed for you to fear me
if you take[Ab] your time to hear me, ma[Cm]ybe you can learn to cheer me
it [Fm]ain't about black [Eb]or white, cause we're human
[Db]I hope we see the light b[Cm]efore it's ruined
my ghetto gospel
(Chorus)
[Ab]Those who [Eb]wish to f[Fm]ollow [Eb]me (my ghetto gospel)
[Db] I [Eb]welcome with m[Fm]y hands[Eb]
And the [Db]red sun [Eb]sinks at last [Db]into the hills of[Cm] gold
And p[Bbm]eace to this young [Cm]warrior [Db]without the sound of [Eb]guns
(Verse 2)
Tel[Fm]l me do you see th[Eb]at old lady ain't it sad
Living out a[Db] bag, but she's glad for the [Eb]little things she has
[Fm]And over there there[Eb]'s a lady, crack got her cr[Db]azy
Guess she's given bi[Bbm]rth to a baby[(Ab] [Gm)]
[Fm]I don't trip [Gm]and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan
[Ab]We jump into another form[Cm] of slavery
[Fm]Even now I get d[Eb]iscouraged
[Db]Wonder if they take it al[Cm]l back while I still keep the courage
I r[Fm]efuse to be a role[Eb] model
I set goals,[Db] take control, drink out my o[Eb]wn bottles
[Fm]I make mistakes, but[Eb] learn from everyone
A[Db]nd when it's said and done
[Bbm]I bet this Brother[(Ab] be [Gm)]a better one
[Fm]If I upset yo[Gm]u, don't stress
[Ab]Never forget, that God ha[Cm]sn't finished with me yet
[Fm]I feel his hand [Eb]on my brain
[Db]When I write rhymes, I go[Cm] blind, and let the lord do his thang
[Fm]But am I less[Gm] holy
[Ab]'cause I choose to puff a[Cm] blunt and drink a beer with my homies
[Fm]Before we find w[Eb]orld peace
[Db]We gotta find peace and e[Cm]nd the war in the streets
My ghetto gospel
(Chorus)
[Ab]Those who [Eb]wish to f[Fm]ollow [Eb]me (my ghetto gospel)
[Db] I [Eb]welcome with m[Fm]y hands[Eb]
And the [Db]red sun [Eb]sinks at last [Db]into the hills of[Cm] gold
And p[Bbm]eace to this young [Cm]warrior [Db]without the sound of [Eb]guns
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