Struggling To Change

[Z-Ro:]

Keeping crack out my pocket, a pistol but I don't cock it

All I wanna do is get paid, but the legal way

I use to be selling drugs, running up and down the boulevard

Better respect, whatever the desert eagle say

5-2 due for Z-Ro, with a mad super ego

Couldn't nobody, tell a nigga nothing about life

Till I started tripping too hard, smoking them sherms in the dark

And was a witness to my people, being shot twice

I had to get my mind right, stop gripping that iron tight

Everybody, ain't out to get a nigga for bread

But I promise it wasn't nothing, but niggaz be gum bumping

My pistol'll come jumping, nothing but infrared

32 grams up, and this killer could be a veteran not a rookie

Z-Ro is that nigga, that'll see thoed 'fore it's over with

Dealing with haters and perpetrators, trying to fade us

But I'm cooking up something major, wait till they get a load of it

[Hook:]

Struggling, to change

Trying to find, an exit out of the game

Looking for a better way, to make change

Daily decisions, bout to make a brother break mayn

All I ever did, was wanna shine

Make enough money, just so I could support mine

All the days of my life, I been on my grind

Laws trying to lock me down, for a lifetime

[Z-Ro:]

We use to be pimping broads, Mo City to Clinton Park

They tell us we went too hard, trying to make us a million

But look what we living in, gotta get us some dividends

Rolling over ridiculous niggaz, that be screaming out many men

Wishing death on you, when they pull or take on you

Tell me, what you gon do now

I'm really trying to change, don't make me get up and get that thang mayn

Close range, I will blow you down

Everyday, I'm banging Screw

Your slab just ain't no slab, if Robert Davis ain't in it

Everyday, I'm banging Screw

Your slab just ain't no slab, if Robert Davis ain't in it-in it-in it

[Hook]

[Point Blank:]

Listen it's hard to think, when your mind goes blank

Leaning on these cake ass niggaz, like a pint

I write what I feel, and I feel what I write

Fuck if a nigga don't like it, and bitch wanna fight

The struggle ingrade in my skin, by the tip of a dull knife

One verse from Jay-Z, got me doing a hard knock life

Listen I try to stay focused, sometime my vision get blurry

And distracted, why all these people keep on fucking with me

I move swiftly through the vultures, rats and roaches

Playing chess, with these toy soldiers

But you can't complain, when you carrying the whole world on your shoulders

Cause people depending on you, niggaz gotta eat

Now how you gon look, big pimping and big living

And all the click that run with you, sleeping on the streets

I do the best I can, I bust my ass

If the next man can't do the same, I wash my hands I'm struggling to change

[Hook]