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, think of the bliss of the good days I'd 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 look strange And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed And it hurts, cause any day they'll push the button And all come in like Malcolm X and Bobby Hunt and die for nothing Don't it make you get teary, the world looks dreary When you have your eyes see it clearly, there's no need for you to fear me If you take your time to hear me, maybe you can learn to see me It ain't about black or white cause we're human I always see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospel For those who wish to follow me, 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 Tell me do you see that old lady, ain't it sad, living out of bags plus his life for the little things he has And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy Guess it's giving birth to a baby, I don't trip and let it fade Me from out of the front and bam 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 say go stay in control, drink out my own bottles I make mistakes to learn from everyone And when it's said and done, I beg 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 I'm a less holy cause I choose to pump up blood 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 Hear, ghetto gospel I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks last into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns Lord can you hear me speak? I paid a price for being hell bound I'm a less holy cause I choose to pump up blood And drink a beer with my homies Before we find world peace