IRC-Galleria

If I could recollect before my hood days.
IÂ’d sit and reminisce, thinking and 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.
And nowadays, things changed.
EveryoneÂ’s ashamed to the youth, cuz the truth looks strange.
And for me itÂ’s reversed, we left them a world thatÂ’s cursed, and it hurts.
Cause any day theyÂ’ll push the button.
And all commend, like Malcom X and Bobby Hunton, died for nothinÂ’.
DonÂ’t make me get teary, the world looks dreary.
When you wipe your eyes, seeing clearly.
ThereÂ’s no need for you to fear me. If you take your time to hear me,
maybe you can learn to cheer me. It ainÂ’t about black or white,
cuz weÂ’re human. I hope we see the light before itÂ’s ruined.
My ghetto gospel.


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