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 change4xI'm at the time in my life when a nigga ready to changeI'll be dead or in jail if I don't shake this thangfeel like I'm trapped in a prisonslowly waiting to dieit's getting harder for my peopleyet we don't know whythey cuttin sistas off welfarethese kids can't eatand it's the children like thuggish minds turned out by the streetI couldn't 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 can't bring em back, so I get high to forgetall the mistakes that I made, that time won't let me eraseI keep my head up high, but I'm stuck in this gameSteady checkin' myself, God help me to changeChorus 4xIf I could change, I'd bring my momma back from the graveI ain't got too much trouble cause we livin' in the last dayscrime pays, doing broads can get you AIDS, gotta wear a strap thesedaysAll 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 she'd serve a purpose before she diesyou can see it in my eyes, a brotha wanta slow downI ain't mad at ya daddy cause you didn't come aroundI'm 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 don't think you'll ever know the painI wanta changeChorus 4xLord know, picute me ballintrapped in this ghetto with my young G's callinHenacee and weed when they bury Pa quarter key, 6 G's, 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 cousin's doing time upstateI sent him Camel with no filtersI'm in the ghetto slangin dope with staight killas, ugghhI know kids that pack gats cause they bout it, bout itI'm 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