Ghetto Gospel (Original Version)

[Produced by Big Deon The Impossible]

[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 of 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 button
And all good men like Malcolm X and Bobby Hutton died for nothin'
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 butt 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 one's self
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 drugs 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)

[Intro]
Uh, acerte-os com um pouco do evangelho do gueto

[Refrão: Elton John & 2Pac]
Aqueles que desejam me seguir (Meu evangelho do gueto)
Eu os recebo com minhas mãos
E o sol vermelho se põe finalmente
Nas colinas de ouro
E paz a esse jovem guerreiro
Sem o som de armas

[Verso 1: 2Pac]
Se eu conseguisse recordar antes dos meus dias na quebrada
Eu me sentaria e relembraria, pensando na felicidade e nos dias bons (Dias)
Eu paro e olho os mais jovens
Meu coração vai pra eles, eles são testados com o estresse que sofrem
E hoje em dia, as coisas mudam
Todos estão com vergonha da juventude, porque a verdade parece estranha
E pra mim, é o inverso
Nós deixamos pra eles um mundo que é amaldiçoado, e machuca (Machuca)
Porque qualquer dia eles vão apertar o botão
E todos os homens bons como Malcolm X ou Bobby Hutton morreram por nada
Isso não te faz ficar com lágrimas? O mundo parece sombrio
Quando você enxuga os olhos, vê claramente
Não há necessidade de ter medo de mim
Se você parar pra me ouvir, talvez você possa aprender a torcer por mim
Isso não é sobre preto ou branco, porque somos humanos
Espero que vejamos a luz antes que esteja tudo arruinado
Meu evangelho do gueto

[Refrão: Elton John & 2Pac]
Aqueles que desejam me seguir (Evangelho do gueto)
Eu os recebo com minhas mãos
E o sol vermelho se põe finalmente
Nas colinas de ouro
E paz a esse jovem guerreiro
Sem o som de armas

[Verso 2: 2Pac]
Me diz, você vê aquela idosa, não é triste?
Vivendo com uma sacola, mas ela está feliz pelas poucas coisas que tem
E logo ali, tem uma senhora
O crack deixou ela louca, adivinha quem vai dar a luz a um bebê?
Eu não me abalo ou deixo isso me abater
De fora de frigideira, nós pulamos em outra forma de escravidão
Mesmo agora, me desencorajo
Me pergunto, se pegarem tudo de volta, ainda vou manter a coragem?
Me recuso a ser um modelo
Estabeleço metas, assumo o controle, bebo minhas próprias garrafas (Próprias garrafas)
Cometo erros, mas aprendo com todos eles
E quando estiver dito e feito, aposto que esse irmão será melhor
Se eu te chatear, não se estresse
Nunca esqueça que Deus ainda não acabou comigo
Sinto a mão dele no meu cérebro
Quando escrevo rimas, fico cego e deixo o Senhor fazer sua parte
Mas eu sou menos santo
Porque escolhi fumar um baseado e beber uma cerveja com meus amigos?
Antes de encontrarmos a paz mundial
Temos que encontrar a paz e terminar com a guerra nas ruas
Meu evangelho do gueto

[Refrão: Elton John & 2Pac]
Aqueles que desejam me seguir (Sim, evangelho do gueto)
Eu os recebo com minhas mãos
E o sol vermelho se põe finalmente
Nas colinas de ouro
E paz a esse jovem guerreiro
Sem o som de armas

[Outro: 2Pac]
Senhor, você consegue me ouvir falar?
Pra pagar o preço de estar condenado ao inferno

[Deutscher Songtext zu „Ghetto Gospel“]

[Intro: 2Pac]
Uh, gibt ihnen ein kleines Ghetto-Gospel

[Refrain: Elton John & 2Pac]
Diejenigen, die mir folgen wollen (Mein Ghetto-Gospel)
Heiße ich mit meinen Händen willkommen
Und die rote Sonne versinkt endlich
In den goldenen Hügeln
Und Frieden für diesen jungen Krieger
Ohne den Klang der Gewehre

[Strophe 1: 2Pac]
Wenn ich mich an die Zeit vor meiner Hood-Tage zurückerinnern könnte
Ich würde sitzen und in Erinnerungen schwelgen, an Glückseligkeit und die guten Tage denken (Tage)
Ich bleibe stehen und starre die Jüngeren an
Mein Herz geht zu ihnen, sie getestet mit Stress, unter dem sie sind
Und heutzutage, die Dinge ändern sich
Jeder schämt sich für die Jugend, weil die Wahrheit seltsam aussieht
Und für mich ist es umgekehrt
Wir haben ihnen eine Welt hinterlassen, die verflucht ist, und das tut weh (tut weh)
Denn jeden Tag werden sie den Knopf drücken
Und alle guten Männer wie Malcolm X oder Bobby Hutton starben für nichts
Bringt dich das nicht zum Weinen? Die Welt sieht trostlos aus
Wenn du dir die Augen abwischst, siehst du sie klar
Es gibt keinen Grund für dich, mich zu fürchten
Wenn du dir die Zeit nimmst, mir zuzuhören, kannst du vielleicht lernen, mich zu ermutigen
Es geht nicht um Schwarz oder Weiß, denn wir sind Menschen
Ich hoffe, wir sehen das Licht, bevor es ruiniert ist
Mein Ghetto-Gospel

[Refrain: Elton John & 2Pac]
Diejenigen, die mir folgen wollen (Ghetto-Gospel)
Heiße ich mit meinen Händen willkommen
Und die rote Sonne versinkt endlich
In den goldenen Hügeln
Und Frieden für diesen jungen Krieger
Ohne den Klang der Gewehre

[Strophe 2: 2Pac]
Sag mir, siehst du die alte Dame, ist das nicht traurig?
Sie ist obdachlos, aber sie ist froh über die kleinen Dinge, die sie hat
Und da drüben, da ist eine Dame
Crack hat sie verrückt gemacht, rate mal, wer ein Baby gebärt?
Ich stolpere nicht und lasse mich nicht unterkriegen
Aus der Bratpfanne springen wir in eine andere Form der Sklaverei
Selbst jetzt werde ich entmutigt
Ich frage mich, ob ich noch den Mut habe, wenn sie alles zurücknehmen?
Ich weigere mich, ein Vorbild zu sein
Ich setze mir Ziele, übernehme die Kontrolle, trinke aus meinen eigenen Flaschen (Eigenen Flaschen)
Ich mache Fehler, aber lerne aus jedem einzelnen
Und wenn alles gesagt und getan ist, wette ich, dass dieser Bruder ein besserer ist
Wenn ich dich verärgert habe, mach dir keinen Stress
Vergiss nie, dass Gott noch nicht mit mir fertig ist
Ich fühle seine Hand auf meinem Gehirn
Wenn ich Reime schreibe, werde ich blind und lasse den Herrn sein Ding machen
Aber bin ich weniger heilig
Weil ich mich entscheide, einen Blunt zu paffen und ein Bier mit meinen Kumpels zu trinken?
Bevor wir den Weltfrieden finden
Müssen wir Frieden finden und den Krieg auf den Straßen beenden
Mein Ghetto-Gospel

[Refrain: Elton John & 2Pac]
Diejenigen, die mir folgen wollen (Yeah, Ghetto-Gospel)
Heiße ich mit meinen Händen willkommen
Und die rote Sonne versinkt endlich
In den goldenen Hügeln
Und Frieden für diesen jungen Krieger
Ohne den Klang der Gewehre

[Outro: 2Pac]
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Um den Preis zu zahlen, in der Hölle zu sein