Master P - If I Could Change Lyrics
Fast livin got me trapped in this street gameBefore I die I hope I have a chance to make a change4xIm at the time in my life when a nigga ready to changeIll be dead or in jail if I dont shake this thangFeel like Im trapped in a prison, slowly waiting to dieIts getting harder for my people, yet we dont know whyThey cuttin sistas off welfare, these kids cant eatAnd its the children like ? turned out by the streetI couldnt see it while I was outside slangin my rocksServin death to my people, commitin the ultimate evilRobbin and killin my own kind, lord forgive meBlinded by this life of crime, God somebody hear meSince the death of my momma, my life is filled with dramaLost both of my kids, punished for what dirt that I didI cant bring em back, so I get high to forgetAll the mistakes that I made, that time wont let me eraseI keep my head up high, but Im stuck in this gameSteady checkin myself, God help me to changeChorus 4xIf I could change, Id bring my momma back from the graveI aint got too much trouble cause we livin in the last daysCrime pays, doing broads can get you aids, gotta wear a strap these daysAll the time I stay high, trying to fight my stressJealous fool of the world trying to put me to restLast night I had a talk with my mommaThen the cry, asking God if shed serve a purpose before she diesYou can see it in my eyes, a brotha wanta slow downI aint mad at ya daddy cause you didnt come aroundIm knowing that the times is hard, but you can make itYou see the opportunity, you take itBut what about my little baby, I got a mouth to feedBut I still wanta hang on the streets and smoke weed with the o.g.sMy homies rest in peace in the gameI dont think youll ever know the painI wanta changeChorus 4xLord know, picute me ballinTrapped in this ghetto with my young gs callinHenacee and weed when they bury pA quarter key, 6 gs, when they carry meFall on my knees to no niggaTrapped in this hood, raised by chrome triggaNever had a pops, a nigga learned to slang creamShould have been a chemist, the way I work a triple beamLife, is like a page, I wanta turnI wanta make a change, but lord you let my brotha burnI done seen a nigga lose his life over zurcubian stonesEverynight, my auntie bring a nigga homeMomma worrying cause the rent late3 strikes, my cousins doing time upstateI sent him camel with no filtersIm in the ghetto slangin stones with staight killas, ugghhI know kids that pack gats cause they bout it, bout itIm from the murder capital of the world and we rowdy, rowdyIs there a heaven for a gangsta, lord put me to sleepCause your best friend turn into your enemyCrooked cops is dirty in this shaded gameGo on take me out the ghettoI wanta make a changeChorus fade out
