Hit them with a lil' ghetto gospel

I refuse to be a role model
I set goals, take control,
drink out my own bottle
I make mistakes,
I learn from everyone
And when its said and done
I bet this Brotha be a better one
If I'm 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
Cuz 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

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