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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
If I spoke to the broken, would they hear me at all
Used to pray in the hallway, back to the peeling wall
Mama humming old hymns, pot boiling on low
While the sirens wrote scriptures in the snow
Lil homie with a backpack, heart full of doubt
Drawing halos on his notebook, guns in the house
Preacher on the corner said “change gon’ come”
But he counting every dollar till the day’s all done
I seen halos on hustlers, tears on kings
Seen a judge wear a smile when he clipped our wings
I ain’t here just to curse, I ain’t here just to boast
I’m just talking to the gutter like a ghetto ghost
[Chorus]
This my ghetto psalm, for the lost and the restless
For the saints in the same old checklist
Hands up high, pockets all breathless
Still tryna climb from the trenches, defenseless
This my ghetto psalm, let it rise, let it echo
From the ground floor up to the metro
If you feel that weight on your vessel
Sing it like you wrestle with the devil (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Streetlight flicker on a chipped glass frame
Black-and-white photo, boy no name
He could’ve been a father, could’ve been in the league
Instead his jersey is a mural dripping red in the breeze
Old heads sip stories on a busted chair
Laughing through the trauma like it ain’t still there
Say the game never changes, just the faces and phones
Same chalk on the pavement, same unmarked stones
So I speak to the struggle like it’s family now
Ask God for a sign, any hand, any vow
If He walking through the alley where the kids all roam
Hope He know that we listening when we feel alone
[Chorus]
This my ghetto psalm, for the lost and the restless
For the saints in the same old checklist
Hands up high, pockets all breathless
Still tryna climb from the trenches, defenseless
This my ghetto psalm, let it rise, let it echo
From the ground floor up to the metro
If you feel that weight on your vessel
Sing it like you wrestle with the devil (oh)
[Bridge]
Maybe heaven got a cul-de-sac for the hard-head crew
Where the scars on our stories finally fade from view
If I make it through the madness, through the riot in my chest
I just wanna see the homies finally resting, finally blessed
[Chorus]
This my ghetto psalm, for the lost and the restless
For the saints in the same old checklist
Hands up high, pockets all breathless
Still tryna climb from the trenches, defenseless
This my ghetto psalm, let it rise, let it echo
From the ground floor up to the metro
If you feel that weight on your vessel
Sing it like you wrestle with the devil, rebel ghetto psalm
Details
GeneratedMar 16, 2026
Duration3:27
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Moody West Coast hymn, male vocals. Clean, swung drums with warm sub-bass, filtered keys and a distant gospel choir on the hook. Verses sit dry and upfront, almost spoken confessional; chorus blossoms with stacked harmonies and airy reverb. Subtle strings creep in on the bridge for lift, then drop back to a sparse, head-nod groove for the outro., gospel, hip hop
Credits
Prompt by
JKB
JKBModelAria v5
Prompt
Write a remake of 2Pac Shakur's song Ghetto Gospel, re create the song by using the same lyrics by a style that resonates with you
