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Lyrics for If I Could Change by Master P:
| | | Artist: | Master P |
| | Album: | I'm Bout It Soundtrack | | Track: | If I Could Change | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 224 | | | | Lyrics: | Featuring Steady Mobb'n]
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 thuggish minds 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 strap these
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 she dies
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
the O.G.'s
my homies rest in peace in the game
I don't think you'll ever know the
pain
I wanta change
Chorus 4x
Lord know, picute me ballin
trapped in
this ghetto with my young G's callin
Henacee 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 wanta turn
I
wanta make a change, but Lord you let my brotha burn
I done seen a nigga lose his life over
zurcubian stones
everynight, 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 dope 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 wanta make a change
Chorus fade out | | | |
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