Struggling to Change

歌詞

(feat. Point Blank) [Z-Ro:] Keeping crack out my pocket, a pistol but I don't cock it All I wanna do is get paid, but the legal way I use to be selling drugs, running up and down the boulevard Better respect, whatever the desert eagle say 5-2 due for Z-Ro, with a mad super ego Couldn't nobody, tell a nigga nothing about life Till I started tripping too hard, smoking them sherms in the dark And was a witness to my people, being shot twice I had to get my mind right, stop gripping that iron tight Everybody, ain't out to get a nigga for bread But I promise it wasn't nothing, but niggaz be gum bumping My pistol'll come jumping, nothing but infrared 32 grams up, and this killer could be a veteran not a rookie Z-Ro is that nigga, that'll see thoed 'fore it's over with Dealing with haters and perpetrators, trying to fade us But I'm cooking up something major, wait till they get a load of it [Hook:] Struggling, to change Trying to find, an exit out of the game Looking for a better way, to make change Daily decisions, bout to make a brother break mayn All I ever did, was wanna shine Make enough money, just so I could support mine All the days of my life, I been on my grind Laws trying to lock me down, for a lifetime [Z-Ro:] We use to be pimping broads, Mo City to Clinton Park They tell us we went too hard, trying to make us a million But look what we living in, gotta get us some dividends Rolling over ridiculous niggaz, that be screaming out many men Wishing death on you, when they pull or take on you Tell me, what you gon do now I'm really trying to change, don't make me get up and get that thang mayn Close range, I will blow you down Everyday, I'm banging Screw Your slab just ain't no slab, if Robert Davis ain't in it Everyday, I'm banging Screw Your slab just ain't no slab, if Robert Davis ain't in it-in it-in it [Hook] [Point Blank:] Listen it's hard to think, when your mind goes blank Leaning on these cake ass niggaz, like a pint I write what I feel, and I feel what I write Fuck if a nigga don't like it, and bitch wanna fight The struggle ingrade in my skin, by the tip of a dull knife One verse from Jay-Z, got me doing a hard knock life Listen I try to stay focused, sometime my vision get blurry And distracted, why all these people keep on fucking with me I move swiftly through the vultures, rats and roaches Playing chess, with these toy soldiers But you can't complain, when you carrying the whole world on your shoulders Cause people depending on you, niggaz gotta eat Now how you gon look, big pimping and big living And all the click that run with you, sleeping on the streets I do the best I can, I bust my ass If the next man can't do the same, I wash my hands I'm struggling to change [Hook]