When you wipe your eyes, see it clearly
There’s no need for you to fear me
If you take your time and hear me
Maybe you can learn to cheer me
It ain’t about black and white, ‘cause we human
I hope we see the light before it’s ruined, my ghetto gospel
Those who wish to follow me
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,
The Blending of two worlds, one dark and gloomy,
the other brightly colored gold, slowly blend and immerge as one.
My ghetto gospel.
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