Ghetto Gospel

Uhh, hit em with a little ghetto gospel [Hook: Elton John] 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 sound of guns [Verse 1]

And I'm seeking on the edge of my bed holding my head Tryin to make this cake like a baker And get some bread My mama said hustle and dust come with fed Time do the crime you'd better had be prepared For what comes with it the killing the coke convic