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| Master P Miscellaneous If I Could Change Album: I'm Bout It soundtrack f/ 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 ? 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 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 wanta make a change Chorus fade out |
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