Never forget that God hasn't finished with me yet

Amazing song, was definitely my most played song when it first came out!

[2Pac]
Uhh,
Hit them with a lil' ghetto gospel

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, thinkin a bliss of the good days
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em 
They tested, it was stress that they under 
an' now a days, things changed 
Everyone's ashamed of the youth 'cause the truth looks strange
And for me it's reversed, we left 'em a world thats cursed, and it hurts
cause any day they'll push the button 
and all condemned like Malcom x and Bobby Hunton, die for nothin' 
Don't it make ya get teary, the world looks dreary 
but when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly
theres no need for you to fear me
if you take the time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me 
it aint about black or white, 'cause we're human 
I hope we see the light before its ruined 
my ghetto gospel 


Those who wish to follow me 
(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
Tell me do you see that old lady, ain't it sad
Living out a bags, but she's glad for the little things she has 
And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy
Guess she's givin' birth to a baby 
I don't trip and let it fade me, from out of the frying pan, we jump into another form of slavery.
Even now i get discouraged
Wonder if they take it all back would I still keep the courage?
I refuse to be a role model 
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottle (own bottle)
I make mistakes, but learn from every one
And when its said and done 
I bet this brotha be a better one
If I upset you, don't stress
Never forget, that God hasn'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 thang
But am I less holy
'cause I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies 
Before we find world peace 
We gotta find peace in that war on the streets
My ghetto gospel
Those who wish to follow me 
(Yeah, 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

Lord can you hear me speak!!
To pay the price of bein' hellbound...