Change

My intuition is telling me they'll be better days Yeah, my intuition is telling me they'll be better days I like this tone.. Yeah, my intuition is telling me they'll be better days I sit in silence and and find whenever I meditate My fears alleviate, my tears evaporate My faith don't deviate, ideas don't have a date But see I'm growing and getting stronger with every breath Bringing me closer to heaven's doors with every step As we speak I'm in peace, no longer scared to die Most niggas don't believe in God and so they terrified It's either that or they be fearing they gon' go to Hell Asking the father for forgiveness God, I'm overwhelmed (Please God, I want to go to Heaven) As if he's spiteful like them white folks that control the jail See I believe if God is real, he'll never judge a man Because he knows us all and therefore he would understand The ignorance that make a nigga take his brother's life The bitterness and pain that got him beating on his wife I know you desperate for a change at the pen glide But the only real change come from inside But the only real change come from inside But the only real change come from.. In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry But the only real change come from inside But the only real change come from inside But the only real change come from.. Yeah, my chosen religion: Jesus piece frozen from sinnin' Doin' dirt hoping to God He know my intentions To see a million 'fore I see a casket I got a baby on the way know he gon' be a bastard I'm living fast like I'm in a drag race, how that cash taste When I was a senior I was ballin' on my classmates Niggas put three bullets in my car one hit the gas tank Know I got a angel cause I'm supposed to have a halo Right now, my lifestyle destined for a federal facility For my ability to make them birds fly Fiends wanna get higher than a bird's eye view And who am I tell a nigga what to do? I just apply this economics My business ain't got the suit and tie Keep a pistol at all times, niggas want what's mine I can't oblige dog, I work too hard So reach for it, get referred to God; I'm going hard nigga I know you desperate for a change at the pen glide But the only real change come from inside But the only real change come from inside But the only real change come from.. In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry But the only real change come from inside But the only real change come from inside But the only real change come from.. Yeah, prodigal son Got a new gun, this one Don't run out of ammo lately been working on my handles Can I ball, become a star, and remain my self If I fall, dust it off and regain my self Fuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt I'm in awe, after all the fame I felt I evolve I no longer bury demons I be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely breathing, I'm singing Life is all about the evolution I give up, I give in, I move back a little I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more You can dream but don't neglect the execution I give up, I give in, I move back a little I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more Time is short that's what somebody told me I give up, I give in, I move back a little I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more Too short to keep following your homies I give up, I give in, I move back a little I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more I reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands All of a sudden niggas pop a trunk and then we scram Finger on trigger make a little nigga understand What it's like to finally be the motherfuckin' man Eyes wide that's from the power that the coward feels Niggas die over bitches disrespecting dollar bills Bloodshed that turned the city to a battlefield I call it poison, you call it real (pop, pop, pop, pop) That's how you feel? Pistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat Scattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete Body laid on the concrete Look, somebody laid on the concrete No time for that, ain't no lookin' back, cause I'm running too I made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning news Overcame with a feeling I can't explain 'Cause that was my nigga James that was slain, he was 22 (Last night at around...) He was 22 (22 year old black male, suspect, poor...) (I swear to God bruh) We're gathered here today... (I swear to God) To mourn the life of James McMillan Jr (I swear to God—nigga, I'mma kill them niggas man) A tragedy, another tragedy in the black community (I promise you bro...) We got to do better, people 22 years old, this boy was too young (I promise you bro, I'mma kill them niggas bro...) Our condolences go to his family, our prayers (I'mma kill them niggas myself...) We know he's in a better place We know he's in a better place But this has got to end, ladies and gentleman We've got to come together, this is, this is beyond words Now I'd like to open this ceremony with a verse fro