Stiu piesa asta de foarte mult timp. Si videoclipul. Si atunci si acum mi-a provocat o senzatie stranie pe sira spinarii. Ca de obicei, 2pac face un tur de forta cu niste versuri care te intorc pe dos. Sau de pe dos inapoi. Nu stiu daca, clipul se bazeaza pe ceva adevarat sau nu dar sunt sigur ca au existat si cazuri similare in ghetoul american. Si acum, atat cu vorbele pentru ca deja sunt in van, va las sa vedeti clipul, sa-l simtiti si sa-l retineti. P.S: Pe youtube clipul asta are 3,845,574 de vizualizari in momentul in care editez acest post.

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Uhh,
Hit them with a lil’ ghetto gospel

[Refren]
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’d sit and reminisce, nigga and 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
In our days, things changed
Everyone’s ashamed to the youth cause the truth looks 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 yall condemned like Malcolm x and Bobby Hunton, died for nothing
Don’t them let me get teary, the world looks dreary
but when you wipe 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 cheer me
it ain’t about black or white, cause we’re human
I hope we see the light before its ruined
my ghetto gospel

[Refren]
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]
Tell me do you see that old lady ain’t it sad
Living out a bag, but she’s glad for the little things she has
And over there there’s a lady, crack got her crazy
Guess she’s given birth to a baby
I don’t trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan
We jump into another form of slavery
Even now I get discouraged
Wonder if they take it all back while 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, I learn from everyone
And when its said and done
I bet this Brotha be a better one
If I’m upset, you don’t stress
Never forget, that God hasn’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 choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies
Before we find world peace
We gotta find peace and end the war on the streets
My ghetto gospel

[Refren]
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]
Lord can you hear me speak!!
To pay the price of being hell bound…