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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Capo 1
[Chorus]
Em G
Those who wiiiiish to follow me (my ghetto gospel)
Am B7
I welcome with my haaaaaaaaaands
Em D C
And the red sun sinks at last, into the hills of gold
Am C
And peace to this young warrior, without the sound
D
of guns
[Verse]
Em
If I could recollect a-from my hood days
Am7 Bm
I sit and reminisce, thinkin of bliss on the good days
Em
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to 'em
Am Bm
They tested with stress that they under
Em
And nowadays things change
Am Bm
Everyone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange
Em
And for me it's a first
Am Bm
We left 'em a world that's cursed, and it - hurts
Em
Cause any day they'll push the button
Am Bm
And all come in like Malcolm X or Bobby Hutton died for nuttin
Em Am
Don't it make you get teary, the world looks dreary
Bm
When you wipe yo' eyes see it clearly
Em
There's no need for you to FEAR me
Am Bm
If you take your time and HEAR me, maybe you can learn to CHEER me
Em
It ain't about black or white cause we human
Am Bm
I hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospel
[Chorus]
Em G
Those who wiiiiish to follow me (my ghetto gospel)
Am B7
I welcome with my haaaaaaaaaands
Em D C
And the red sun sinks at last, into the hills of gold
Am C
And peace to this young warrior, without the sound
D
of guns
[Verse]
Em
Tell me do you see that old lady, ain't it sad
Am Bm
Livin out of bags, plus is glad for the little things she, has
Em Am
And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy
Bm
Guess who's givin birth to a, baby?
Em
I don't trip and let it fade me
Am Bm
From out of the fryin pan, we jump into another form of slavery
Em
Even now I get discouraged
Am Bm
Wonder if they take it all back, will I still keep the - courage?
Em
I refuse to be a role model
Am Bm
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles
Em
I made mistakes, but learned from every one
Am Bm
And when it's said and done, I bet there's got to be a better one
Em
If I upset you don't stress, never forget
Am Bm
That God is up in this with me yet
Em
I feel his hand on my brain
Am Bm
When I write rhymes I go blind and let the Lord do his, thang
Em
But am I less holy?
Am Bm
Cause I chose to puff a blunt, and drink a beer with my homies
Em
Before we find world peace
Am Bm
We gotta find peace within the war in the streets, my ghetto gospel
[Chorus]
Em G
Those who wiiiiish to follow me (my ghetto gospel)
Am B7
I welcome with my haaaaaaaaaands
Em D C
And the red sun sinks at last, into the hills of gold
Am C
And peace to this young warrior, without the sound
D
of guns
[Chorus]
Em G
Those who wiiiiish to follow me (my ghetto gospel)
Am B7
I welcome with my haaaaaaaaaands
Em D C
And the red sun sinks at last, into the hills of gold
Am C
And peace to this young warrior, without the sound
D
of guns
[Verse]
Em
If I could recollect a-from my hood days
Am7 Bm
I sit and reminisce, thinkin of bliss on the good days
Em
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to 'em
Am Bm
They tested with stress that they under
Em
And nowadays things change
Am Bm
Everyone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange
Em
And for me it's a first
Am Bm
We left 'em a world that's cursed, and it - hurts
Em
Cause any day they'll push the button
Am Bm
And all come in like Malcolm X or Bobby Hutton died for nuttin
Em Am
Don't it make you get teary, the world looks dreary
Bm
When you wipe yo' eyes see it clearly
Em
There's no need for you to FEAR me
Am Bm
If you take your time and HEAR me, maybe you can learn to CHEER me
Em
It ain't about black or white cause we human
Am Bm
I hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospel
[Chorus]
Em G
Those who wiiiiish to follow me (my ghetto gospel)
Am B7
I welcome with my haaaaaaaaaands
Em D C
And the red sun sinks at last, into the hills of gold
Am C
And peace to this young warrior, without the sound
D
of guns
[Verse]
Em
Tell me do you see that old lady, ain't it sad
Am Bm
Livin out of bags, plus is glad for the little things she, has
Em Am
And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy
Bm
Guess who's givin birth to a, baby?
Em
I don't trip and let it fade me
Am Bm
From out of the fryin pan, we jump into another form of slavery
Em
Even now I get discouraged
Am Bm
Wonder if they take it all back, will I still keep the - courage?
Em
I refuse to be a role model
Am Bm
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles
Em
I made mistakes, but learned from every one
Am Bm
And when it's said and done, I bet there's got to be a better one
Em
If I upset you don't stress, never forget
Am Bm
That God is up in this with me yet
Em
I feel his hand on my brain
Am Bm
When I write rhymes I go blind and let the Lord do his, thang
Em
But am I less holy?
Am Bm
Cause I chose to puff a blunt, and drink a beer with my homies
Em
Before we find world peace
Am Bm
We gotta find peace within the war in the streets, my ghetto gospel
[Chorus]
Em G
Those who wiiiiish to follow me (my ghetto gospel)
Am B7
I welcome with my haaaaaaaaaands
Em D C
And the red sun sinks at last, into the hills of gold
Am C
And peace to this young warrior, without the sound
D
of guns
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