Uh, hit them with a little ghetto gospel. 
Those who wish to follow me. (my Ghetto gospel) 
I welcome with my hands. 
And the red sun sinks to 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抎 sit and reminisce, thinking and bliss on the good days. 
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to 慹m. 
They tested, it was stressed that they under. 
And nowadays, things changed. 
Everyone抯 ashamed to the youth, cuz the truth looks strange. 
And for me it抯 reversed, we left them a world that抯 cursed, and it hurts. 
Cause any day they抣l push the button. 
And all commend, like Malcom X and Bobby Hunton, died for nothin? 
Don抰 make me get teary, the world looks dreary. 
When you wipe your eyes, seeing clearly. 
There抯 no need for you to fear me. If you take your time to hear me, 
maybe you can learn to cheer me.