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
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