(hook - Elton John)
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
If I could recollect before my hood days
I'd sit and reminisce, thinking of bliss on the good days
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to 'em
They tested with stress that they under
And nowadays things change
Everyone's ashamed of the youth 'cause the truth looks strange
And for me it's reversed
We left 'em a world that's cursed, and it hurts
'Cause any day they'll push the button
And you all condemned like Malcolm X or Bobby Hutton died for nuttin'
Don't it make you get teary? the world looks dreary
When you wipe yo eyes, see it clearly
There's no need for you to fear me
If you take your time and hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me
It ain't about black or white 'cause we human
I hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospel
(hook)
Tell me, do you see that old lady? ain't it sad?
Livin' outta bags, plus is glad for the little things she has
And over there, there's a lady, crack got her crazy
Guess who's givin birth to a baby?
I don't trip and 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 an' end the war in the streets, my ghetto gospel
(hook)
Lord, can You hear me speak?
To pay the price of being hellbound
Jevanđelje po getu
(refren _ Elton John)
One koji žele da slede mene (i moje jevanđelje po getu)
Pružam dobrodošlicu i rukujem se s njima
A crveno sunce konačno zalazi iza zlatnih brežuljaka
Mir ovom mladom ratniku, bez zvuka pušaka
Kad bih se mogao setiti onoga prije moga života u kvartu
Seo bih i prisetio bi se, razmišljajući o blaženstvu dobrih dana
Prestajem i buljim u mlade, srce otvaram za njih
Testira ih stres koji trpe
A danas se stvari menjaju
Svi se srame omladine jer istina izgleda čudno
Za mene je to preokrenuto
Jer ostavili smo im svet koji je proklet, a to boli
Jer jednoga dana pritisnuće gumb
A vi ste svi prokleti, kao da su Malcolm X ili Bobby Hutton umrli nizašto
Zar vam ne suze oči zbog ovoga? Svet izgleda turobno
Kad obrišeš oči, čisto vidiš
Nema potrebe da me plašiš
Ako se strpiš i poslušaš me, možda ćeš naučiti da me razveseliš
Nije to do crnoga i beloga jer smo ljudi
Nadam se da ćemo videti svetlo prije propasti, moje jevanđelje po getu
(refren)
Kaži mi, vidiš li tu staricu? Zar to nije tužno?
Kopa po vrećama za smeće i sretna je zbog malih stvari koje ima
A tamo je jedna žena koja je poludela zbog kreka
Pogodi ko rađa dete?
Ne uzrujavam se i ne dopuštam da me to uništi
Uskočili smo iz jednog u drugi oblik ropstva
Čak i sad se obeshrabrim
Odbijam biti uzor
Postavljam ciljeve, preuzimam kontrolu, pijem iz vlastite boce
Radim greške, ali iz svake učim
I kad sve bude rečeno i urađeno, nadam se da će jedan brat biti bolji
Ako te uzrujam, ne živciraj se i ne zaboravi
Hvala Bogu što još nije završio sa mnom
Osećam njegovu ruku na svom mozgu
Kad pišem rime, oslepim i puštam Gospodina da učini svoje
Ali jesam li manje svet
Ako želim popušiti džoint i piti pivo sa svojim drugovima?
Pre nego što pronađemo mir u svetu,
Moramo pronaći mir i okončati ratove na ulicama, moje jevanđelje po getu
(refren)
Gospodine, možeš li me čuti kako govorim?
Plaćam cenu jer sam osuđen na pakao
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