Broken streets but the spirit survives,\t\t\t
Prayers rise where the struggle thrives.\t\t\t
Voices echo through the concrete halls,\t\t\t
Ghetto gospel, it’s the call of us all.\t\t\t\t\t
Feel the rumble, let the bassline preach,\t\t\t
A heavy truth that the soul can reach.\t\t\t
Vibes so raw, they’ll shake the ground,\t\t\t
Ghetto gospel, hear the sacred sound.\t\t\t\t\t
Children dream while the sirens scream,\t\t\t
Fighting for hope in a shattered scene.\t\t\t
Every block’s a church, every soul’s a hymn,\t\t\t
Ghetto gospel shines where the light feels dim.\t\t\t\t
Bassline hits, let the echoes roar,\t\t\t
A rhythm that heals what the streets endure.\t\t\t
No choir needed, just let it pound,\t\t\t
Ghetto gospel in the underground.\t\t\t\t\t
From the cracks in the pavement, flowers bloom,\t\t\t
Even in the shadows, there’s no room for gloom.\t\t\t
Faith is the armor, love is the key,\t\t\t
Ghetto gospel sets the captives free.\t\t\t\t\t
Heavy kicks, let the floorboards quake,\t\t\t
A sound so pure, it can never break.\t\t\t
Feel the weight of the message inside,\t\t\t
Ghetto gospel, let the bass provide.\t\t\t\t\t
Every verse is a scripture carved in pain,\t\t\t
Yet through the chaos, the lessons remain.\t\t\t
The block’s our temple, the beat’s our psalm,\t\t\t
Ghetto gospel keeps us strong and calm.\t\t\t\t
Drop the beat, let the walls vibrate,\t\t\t
Truth so loud, it can’t hesitate.\t\t\t
Feel the pulse of the sacred flow,\t\t\t
Ghetto gospel, let the rhythm show.\t\t\t\t
Grandmothers hum hymns through the night,\t\t\t
Guiding the lost with their flickering light.\t\t\t
The hood’s got wisdom, don’t ignore the plea,\t\t\t
Ghetto gospel teaches what the eyes can’t see.\t\t\t\t\t
Low-end thump, hear the gospel move,\t\t\t
A heavy sound with a holy groove.\t\t\t
Bassline preaches where words can’t go,\t\t\t
Ghetto gospel from the stereo.\t\t\t\t\t
From the rubble, we build, brick by brick,\t\t\t
Faith is the mortar, the rhythm’s quick.\t\t\t
No preacher needed, the streets will preach,\t\t\t
Ghetto gospel, a message to teach.\t\t\t\t
Final drop, let the spirit explode,\t\t\t
A raw vibration on this heavy road.\t\t\t
Feel the truth in the beat’s embrace,\t\t\t
Ghetto gospel shaking the place.
