Lyrical Breakdown of Ghetto Gospel - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ghetto Gospel" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how 2Pac weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Ghetto Gospel" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that 2Pac employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
- Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to 2Pac's narrative.
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Uh, hit 'em with a little 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 sounds of guns
If I could recollect before my hood days
I'd sit and remanence thinkin' of bliss of 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 them a world that's cursed and it hurts
'Cause any day they'll push the button and all good men
Like Malcolm X and Bobby Hutton died for nothing
Told 'em they could 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 to hear me
Maybe you can learn to cheer me
It ain't about black or white, 'cause we're human
I hope we see the light before it's 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 sounds of guns
Tell me, do you see that old lady, ain't it sad?
Livin' outta bags but she's glad for the little things she has
And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy
Guess who's givin' birth to a baby?
I don't trip and let it fade me
From outta the fryin' pan, we jump into another form of slavery
Even now I get discouraged
Wonder, if they take it all back
Will I still keep the, courage?
I refuse to be a role model
I set goals, stay in control, drink out my own bottles
I made mistakes, but learn from every one
And when it's said and done
I bet this brother be a better one
If I upset you don't stress
Never forget that God isn'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 thing
But am I less holy, 'cause I chose to puff a blunt
And drink a beer with my homies
Before we find world peace
We gotta find peace and end the war in 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 sounds of guns
Lord, can you hear me speak?
To pay the price for bein' hell bound