Well, my left hand's free Well, your left hand's free Pick a petal eenie meenie miney moe And, flower, you're the chosen one And your right's in a grip With another left hand Watch his right hand slip Towards his gun, oh, no Hey, shady baby, I'm hot like

Take it back, take it way back Take it way way back to the first black man Long ago before the white man could paint The black man with a gun in his hand Take it way way back to the first white man At the very moment when they looked around And said fuck

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 sound of guns Uh, hit em with a little ghetto gospel If I could recollect before my hood