Change
Yeah
The streets are still hard
I still walk the yard
My soul is still scarred
When darkness falls across my face
Sweat, hope and tears upon my face
It's times like these that I can't erase
The thoughts of being whipped, chained, hanged and maced
So I try to accept the high to fill the base
With concepts and dreams of a different place
But with all the lies in life that I was taught
And all the good things that I forgot
They colder than the abbot, fight the pussy like a savage
Get an on-tight grip on all my bad habits
Sometimes I feign to the fiend, sometimes I laugh at it
Get beaten on the crotch and take a stab at it
Automatic with my static, no need to be graphic
Step to me and mine and you gon' see action
'Cause you don't even know what it is to G
To C the N double A, and a history
I want to change the world to real
These sights that hold me, it's slowly breaking me down
I'm still the same inside my brain
And if I change, it might just break me down
The things inside that show, but I cannot hide
And now I lost the count of the times I tried
The times I lied about shit that wasn't even necessary
I changed my flow, but my style really never varied
I feel like Atlas sometimes, the weight of the west
I wear it like a vessel
Carry it on my back and shoulders, homie, I'm a soldier
I told ya 'cause I wake the hood like a big pot of Folgers
I fully understand the meanings of the mystery
My baby be so wet close so don't you be
Acting like you gangster 'cause my bangers be
Sitting on the block with them .23
Millimeter rounds that'll set you free
So maybe you can see what I can see
So we run about lies, seek cross bitches and tennis shoes
Big chains, and wheels and bullshit we saw on the news
I want to change the world to real
These sights that hold me, it's slowly breaking me down
I'm still the same inside my brain
And if I change, it might just break me down
The streets are still hard
I still walk the yard
My soul is still scarred
When darkness falls across my face
Sweat, hope and tears upon my face
It's times like these that I can't erase
The thoughts of being whipped, chained, hanged and maced
So I try to accept the high to fill the base
With concepts and dreams of a different place
But with all the lies in life that I was taught
And all the good things that I forgot
They colder than the abbot, fight the pussy like a savage
Get an on-tight grip on all my bad habits
Sometimes I feign to the fiend, sometimes I laugh at it
Get beaten on the crotch and take a stab at it
Automatic with my static, no need to be graphic
Step to me and mine and you gon' see action
'Cause you don't even know what it is to G
To C the N double A, and a history
I want to change the world to real
These sights that hold me, it's slowly breaking me down
I'm still the same inside my brain
And if I change, it might just break me down
The things inside that show, but I cannot hide
And now I lost the count of the times I tried
The times I lied about shit that wasn't even necessary
I changed my flow, but my style really never varied
I feel like Atlas sometimes, the weight of the west
I wear it like a vessel
Carry it on my back and shoulders, homie, I'm a soldier
I told ya 'cause I wake the hood like a big pot of Folgers
I fully understand the meanings of the mystery
My baby be so wet close so don't you be
Acting like you gangster 'cause my bangers be
Sitting on the block with them .23
Millimeter rounds that'll set you free
So maybe you can see what I can see
So we run about lies, seek cross bitches and tennis shoes
Big chains, and wheels and bullshit we saw on the news
I want to change the world to real
These sights that hold me, it's slowly breaking me down
I'm still the same inside my brain
And if I change, it might just break me down
Credits
Writer(s): Judie Tzuke, James Morrison Catchpole, Jeremy Mark Aldridge
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