Ghetto Gospel [French translation]

(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

If I could recollect before my hood days

I'd sit and reminisce, thinking of bliss on 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 looks strange

And for me it's reversed

We left 'em a world that's cursed, and it hurts

'Cause any day they'll push the button

And you all condemned like Malcolm X or Bobby Hutton died for nuttin'

Don't it make you get teary? the world looks dreary

When you wipe yo 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 or white 'cause we human

I hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospel

(hook)

Tell me, do you see that old lady? ain't it sad?

Livin' outta bags, plus is 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 out of 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, take control, drink out my own bottles

I make 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 an' end the war in the streets, my ghetto gospel

(hook)

Lord, can You hear me speak?

To pay the price of being hellbound