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hands\n[01:28.68] And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold\n[01:34.71] And peace to this young warrior without the sounds of guns\n[01:41.04] Tell me, do you see that old lady, ain't it sad?\n[01:44.02] Livin' outta bags but she's glad for the little things she has\n[01:47.81] And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy\n[01:51.06] Guess who's givin' birth to a baby?\n[01:53.56] I don't trip and let it fade me\n[01:55.75] From outta the fryin' pan, we jump into another form of slavery\n[01:59.71] Even now I get discouraged\n[02:01.27] Wonder, if they take it all back\n[02:03.52] Will I still keep the, courage?\n[02:05.49] I refuse to be a role model\n[02:07.43] I set goals, stay in control, drink out my own bottles\n[02:10.43] I made mistakes, but learn from every one\n[02:13.57] And when it's said and done\n[02:15.09] I bet this brother be a better one\n[02:17.20] If I upset you don't stress\n[02:19.11] Never forget that God isn't finished with me yet\n[02:23.12] I feel His hand on my brain\n[02:25.22] When I write rhymes, I go blind and let the Lord do His thing\n[02:29.30] But am I less holy, 'cause I chose to puff a blunt\n[02:33.30] And drink a beer with my homies\n[02:35.26] Before we find world peace\n[02:37.36] We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets\n[02:40.74] My ghetto gospel\n[02:42.11] Those who wish to follow me\n[02:45.37] (Yeah, ghetto gospel)\n[02:47.91] I welcome with my hands\n[02:51.32] And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold\n[02:55.54] And peace to this young warrior without the sounds of guns\n[03:04.54] Lord, can you hear me speak?\n[03:12.61] To pay the price for bein' hell bound\n[03:37.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ghetto Gospel\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Ghetto Gospel\n  duration_ms: 168000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Uh, hit 'em with a little ghetto gospel\n  start_ms: 4100\n  end_ms: 6620\n- text: Those who wish to follow me\n  start_ms: 6620\n  end_ms: 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