Change Gone Come
As I sit on the edge of my bed
Rocking back and forth, stressing
Hand holding my head
Thinking that I'm just really just wasting my time
With these words and rhymes
And this dream that I'm gone shine
I've seen a lot of cats that wanted to blow
But between the years, they gave up
They not here no more
And I fear that I might be next
And that's something I fret
Cause I'm tired of getting these small checks
Everyday manual labor for a couple of cents
Common folks living in shacks the size of tents
I'm like man, this can't be life, this can't be right
It's gotta be a place where the sun shines bright
Where kids can go play in harmony and peace
And no more daily harassment
By these crooked ass police
I watch it all as I sip my beer
Before I give up hope
I hear this man singing in my ear, yeah
It's been a long time coming
A change is much needed
My faith is unstable
I struggle to keep breathing
Music's my dream
But it's hard believing
Why would he bless me
When I'm just a heathen
Junkies need dope
I'm there to please 'em
I hustle, I run with demons
Through music, I'm trying to teach 'em
Like Malcolm, I came to lead 'em
Good music, I'm proud to feed 'em
Eat till you can't eat no more
Street niggas, lost women really need my flow
Really, I need you, It's my time to blow
If a change gone come, let it come, fa sho!
I'm honest, I need to know
It's been too hard living, but I ain't trying to go
I'm driven, I'm trying to show
Every rapper out of Texas ain't rhyming slow
From the streets, grounded me
What a beautiful rose?
It's stats show that we're an endangered species
Some people say we're nasty and we smell like feces
It's still racism, if you live below the Mason-Dixon Line
Jim Crow still exist, it's just a new time
Take heed to my rhyme
I'm sounding like Rakim
Back when he was in his early prime
And I'm thinking of a master plan
For me and my daughter
No else is gone give us a helping hand? Yeah!
I'm just a hardened man
In the cold-ass land
Trying to do the very best that I can
From getting locked up, shot up
Or a bum on the streets
I'd rather stock up, invest
And keep serving y'all heat
But these rivals want to see me and my crew fail
Putting obstacles in our way, but we still will prevail
And I put that on everything I love
Even the one's that gone, floating in the Heavens above
Rocking back and forth, stressing
Hand holding my head
Thinking that I'm just really just wasting my time
With these words and rhymes
And this dream that I'm gone shine
I've seen a lot of cats that wanted to blow
But between the years, they gave up
They not here no more
And I fear that I might be next
And that's something I fret
Cause I'm tired of getting these small checks
Everyday manual labor for a couple of cents
Common folks living in shacks the size of tents
I'm like man, this can't be life, this can't be right
It's gotta be a place where the sun shines bright
Where kids can go play in harmony and peace
And no more daily harassment
By these crooked ass police
I watch it all as I sip my beer
Before I give up hope
I hear this man singing in my ear, yeah
It's been a long time coming
A change is much needed
My faith is unstable
I struggle to keep breathing
Music's my dream
But it's hard believing
Why would he bless me
When I'm just a heathen
Junkies need dope
I'm there to please 'em
I hustle, I run with demons
Through music, I'm trying to teach 'em
Like Malcolm, I came to lead 'em
Good music, I'm proud to feed 'em
Eat till you can't eat no more
Street niggas, lost women really need my flow
Really, I need you, It's my time to blow
If a change gone come, let it come, fa sho!
I'm honest, I need to know
It's been too hard living, but I ain't trying to go
I'm driven, I'm trying to show
Every rapper out of Texas ain't rhyming slow
From the streets, grounded me
What a beautiful rose?
It's stats show that we're an endangered species
Some people say we're nasty and we smell like feces
It's still racism, if you live below the Mason-Dixon Line
Jim Crow still exist, it's just a new time
Take heed to my rhyme
I'm sounding like Rakim
Back when he was in his early prime
And I'm thinking of a master plan
For me and my daughter
No else is gone give us a helping hand? Yeah!
I'm just a hardened man
In the cold-ass land
Trying to do the very best that I can
From getting locked up, shot up
Or a bum on the streets
I'd rather stock up, invest
And keep serving y'all heat
But these rivals want to see me and my crew fail
Putting obstacles in our way, but we still will prevail
And I put that on everything I love
Even the one's that gone, floating in the Heavens above
Credits
Writer(s): Tony Momrelle, Burkhard Frauenlob
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