2Pac – Ghetto Gospel (Guitar)
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[Intro]
N.C.
Uh, hit em with a little ghetto gospel
[Chorus]
G D Em C Those who wish to follow me (my ghetto gospel) D G I welcome with my hands Em G C G And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold C G And peace to this young warrior C D without the sound of guns
[Verse I]
Em G C If I could recollect before my hood days D Em I sit and reminisce G C B7 Thinking of bliss and the good days Em G C I stop and stare at the younger D Em My heart goes to em G C B7 They tested with stress that they under Em G C And nowadays things change D Em Everyone's ashamed of the youth G C B7 'cause the truth look, strange Em G C And for me it's reversed D Em We left em a world that's cursed G C B7 And it hurts Em G C 'Cause any day they'll push the button D Em And all come in G C B7 like Malcolm X or Bobby Hutton died for nothing Em G C Don't it make you get teary D Em The world looks dreary G C B7 When you wipe your eyes see it clearly Em G C There's no need for you to fear me D Em If you take your time and hear me G C B7 Maybe you can learn to cheer me Em G C It ain't about black or white D Em 'cause we human G C B7 I hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospel
[Chorus]
G D Em C Those who wish to follow me (my ghetto gospel) D G I welcome with my hands Em G C G And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold C G And peace to this young warrior C D without the sound of guns
[Verse II]
Em G C
D Em
G C B7
Tell me do you see that old lady
Ain't it sad
Living out of bags
Plus she's glad for the little things she has
And over there there's a lady
Crack got her crazy
Guess who's giving 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 thing
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
[Chorus]
G D Em C Those who wish to follow me (my ghetto gospel) D G I welcome with my hands Em G C G And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold C G And peace to this young warrior C D without the sound of guns
[Instrumental]
repeat until the end
Em G C
D Em
G C B7
N.C.
Lord can you hear me speak
N.C.
To pay the price of being hellbound