2pac | Ghetto Gospel 

2pac released this song titled “Ghetto Gospel.” Growing up as a kid, I used to hear my elder brother, Chidi, play Shakur songs on his Desk Mp3 player.

I enjoyed it too reason because it was only American artist so much loved by the family members. However, Tupac Amaru Shakur, also known by his stage names 2Pac and Makaveli, was an American popular and well-known rapper and actor.

He is widely considered one of the most influential rappers of all time. Shakur is among the best-selling music artists, having sold more than 75 million records worldwide. 

Meanwhile, 2Pac is here again with this wonderful song titled “Ghetto gospel” for your listening pleasures.

Lyrics:

[2Pac]

Uh, hit ’em with a little ghetto gospel

[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

[2Pac]

If I could recollect before my hood days

I sit and reminisce, thinkin’ of bliss and 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 look 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 all good men

Like Malcolm X or Bobby Hutton died for nothin’

Don’t it make you get teary? The world looks dreary

When 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 human

I hope we see the light before it’s ruined; my ghetto gospel

[Elton John]

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

[2Pac]

Tell me, do you see that old lady? Ain’t it sad?

Livin’ out of bag but she’s 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 or 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 thang

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

[Elton John]

Those who wish to follow me

(Yeah, 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

[2Pac]

Lord, can you hear me speak?

To pay the price of bein’ hell-bound

……THE END