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 sit and reminisce

Thinking of bliss and 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 look, 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 all come in like Malcolm X or Bobby Hutton died for nothing
Don't it make you get teary
The world looks dreary

When you wipe your 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