(hook - Elton John)
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
If I could recollect before my hood days
I'd sit and reminisce, thinking of bliss on 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
Everyone's ashamed of the youth 'cause the truth looks strange
And for me it's reversed
We left 'em a world that's cursed, and it hurts
'Cause any day they'll push the button
And you all condemned like Malcolm X or Bobby Hutton died for nuttin'
Don't it make you get teary? the world looks dreary
When you wipe yo 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 human
I hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospel
Tell me, do you see that old lady? ain't it sad?
Livin' outta bags, plus is glad for the little things she has
And over there, there's a lady, crack got her crazy
Guess who's givin birth to a baby?
I don't trip and 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 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 an' end the war in the streets, my ghetto gospel
Lord, can You hear me speak?
To pay the price of being hellbound