J. COLE - CHANGE SONGLYRICS
My intuition is tellin' me they'll be better days, Yeah, my intuition is tellin' me they'll be better days, I like this tone, Yeah, my intuition is tellin' 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 growin' and gettin' stronger with every breath, Brin'in' 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 fearin' they gon' go to Hell, Askin' 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 beatin' on his wife
I know you desperate for a change at the pen glide
But the only real change come from inside (x3 times)
In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry
But the only real change come from inside (x3 times)
Yeah, my chosen religion: Jesus piece frozen from sinnin', Doin' dirt hopin' 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 livin' 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 goin' hard nigga
I know you desperate for a change at the pen glide
But the only real change come from inside (x3 times)
In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry
But the only real change come from inside (x3 times)
Yeah, prodigal son, Got a new gun, this one, Don't run out of ammo lately been workin' 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 breathin', I'm sin'in'
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 followin' 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, Fin'er 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 disrespectin' 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 runnin' too, I made it home, I woke up and turned on the mornin' news, Overcame with a feelin' 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 from
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