2pac - Ghetto Gospel (Original) lyrics

[Produced by Deon Evans] [Verse 1: 2Pac] If I could recollect before my hood days I'd sit, reminisce in bliss on the good days I stop and stare at the younger My heart goes to 'em They tested, it was stressed that they under We never really went through that Because we was born B.C. - you and me before crack And nowadays things changed Everyone's ashamed to the youth cause the truth look strange And for me it's reverse We left them a world that's cursed and it hurts Cause any day they'll push the bu*ton And y'all condemned like Malcolm X and Bobby Hutton died for nothing Don't 'em let me get teary The world looks dreary But when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly There is no need for you to fear me If you take the time to hear me Maybe you can learn to cheer me It ain't about black or white cause we're human I hope we'll see the light before it's ruined My Ghetto Gospel [Hook] (woman singing) It's ok, it's ok, it's ok (2Pac over chorus) Yeah, my Ghetto Gospel (Man talking) (woman singing) It's ok, it's ok, it's ok [Verse 2: 2Pac] Tell me, do you see that old lady? Ain't it sad? Livin' out of bags but she's glad for the little things she has And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy, well guess she's givin' birth to a baby! I don't trip to let 'em fade me From outta the frying pan we jump into another form of slavery And even now I get discouraged I 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 bottle (yeah) I make mistakes but learn from everyone And when it's said and done I bet this brother will be a better one If I upset you, don't stress and never forget that God isn't finished with me yet I feel his hand on my brains when I write rhymes I go blind and let the Lord do his thing But am I any less holy? I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies (and this is not world peace, we tried and failed) and there is war on the streets! My Ghetto Gospel [Hook] [Verse 3: 2Pac] I remember grandma's hands used to hold me, mold me, I never forget the things she told me Brothers' a bu*t and played the big shot, cause you know Grannies are the only thing that little Ghetto kids got Moms work and papa's buried She dropped me over granny's house Bless her heart cause she worry And ghetto grannies are like books, we got so many crooks cause so many grannies gettin' shook And gettin' dropped in the nursing home And times is hard and even worst alone And how could you be so cold You'll get your turn as soon as you turn old All they ask of every person They try to figure out what's on the mind of a brother when he's cursing 9 out of 10 you'll find the problems, time to take a listen and see what you could do to solve them Cause everybody needs a little help on the way to relying on oneself So think about it... why 2Pac hit cha, hit cha with a little ghetto gospel My Ghetto Gospel [Hook] [Verse 4: 2Pac] I was a stone cold gangsta man Until you gave me ghetto gospel, I thank you man Used to roll in the back and do d** a lot Now I'm bangin' these tracks, slanging rhymes I got In this world of greed tryin' to succeed on my beliefs Now I lay me down to sleep Lord can you hear me speak? Can you forgive me for my sins? If I had it all to do again, I'd still play to win I hope the Lord can understand me A man's gotta do what he can for his family And pay the price of being hellbound But I rather see hell later than see hell now And the devil ain't got nothing on the president, cut back and keep us strapped in our residence and be like animals in cages We can rant and rave about slavery for ages Or we can start making positive and hit 'em with a little ghetto gospel My Ghetto Gospel [Hook] It's ok, its ok, it's ok (my ghetto gospel) It's ok, it's ok, it's ok (my ghetto gospel) It's ok, it's ok, it's ok (my ghetto gospel) It's ok, it's ok, it's ok (fades)