If I Could Change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game

Before i die i hope i have a chance to make a change

4x

I'm at the time in my life when a nigga ready to change

I'll be dead or in jail if I don't shake this thang

Feel like I'm trapped in a prison, slowly waiting to die

It's getting harder for my people, yet we don't know why

They cuttin sistas off welfare, these kids can't eat

And it's the children like P turned out by the street

I couldn't see it while I was outside slangin my rocks

Servin death to my people, commitin the ultimate evil

Robbin and killin my own kind, Lord forgive me

Blinded by this life of crime, God somebody hear me

Since the death of my momma, my life is filled with drama

Lost both of my kids, punished for what dirt that I did

I can't bring em back, so I get high to forget

All the mistakes that I made, that time won't let me erase

I keep my head up high, but I'm stuck in this game

Steady checkin' myself, God help me to change

Chorus 4x

If I could change, I'd bring my momma back from the grave

I ain't got too much trouble cause we livin' in the last days

Crime pays, doing broads can get you AIDS, gotta wear a strapthese days

All the time I stay high, trying to fight my stress

Jealous fool of the world trying to put me to rest

Last night I had a talk with my momma

Then the cry, asking god if she'd serve a purpose before shedies

You can see it in my eyes, a brotha wanta slow down

I ain't mad at ya daddy cause you didn't come around

I'm knowing that the times is hard, but you can make it

You see the opportunity, you take it

But what about my little baby, I got a mouth to feed

But I still wanta hang on the streets and smoke weed with theO.G.'s

My homies rest in peace in the game

I don't think you'll ever know the pain

I want to change

Chorus 4x

Lord knows, picture me ballin

trapped in this ghetto with my young G's callin

Hennessey and weed when they bury P

A quarter key, 6 G's, when they carry me

Fall on my knees to no nigga

Trapped in this hood, raised by chrome trigga

Never had a pops, a nigga learned to slang cream

Should have been a chemist, the way I work a triple beam

Life, is like a page, I want to turn

I wanta make a change, but Lord you let my brotha burn

I done seen a nigga lose his life over zurcubian stones

Every night, my auntie bring a nigga home

Momma worrying cause the rent late

3 strikes, my cousin's doing time upstate

I sent him Camel with no filters

I'm in the ghetto slangin stones with staight killas, ugghh

I know kids that pack gats cause they bout it, bout it

I'm from the murder capital of the world and we rowdy, rowdy

Is there a heaven for a gangsta, Lord put me to sleep

Cause your best friend turn into your enemy

Crooked cops is dirty in this shaded game

Go on take me out the ghetto

I want to make a change

Chorus -- fade out