Change Gon’ Come

Lyrics

The Mic and The Music - "Change Gon' Come" [Emcee(s): Breez Evahflowin'] [Producer/Guitar: Eric Krasno] [Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin'] Yo, I wasn't Born. I was manifested by demand of the Flesh and gentle caresses And conman erections. I imagine My pops was like "I'ma be there" until he drops Pop was a rolling rock, so I rock and Roll on some old "Evahflow don't stop." I'll go Box with the rhythm, throw jabs at the guitar Beat hit hard. Mixed the hook with the stiff-arm Bob-and-weaving all the nonbelieving Keep moving, show-proving, all the while achieving All around the demons, snakes, killers, and crooks Wide-awake, still dreaming, sit, fill up a book with this View from a bottomless pit so dark And cold, at times, I'll be like, "Why I exist?" And to answer that, light up a spliff, sit with the rhythm and Meditate on the vision I'll recite with my lips. I got A gallery of shit on display—tag priceless A sav' when I grab mics and stab niceness Take a shot at excellence, a swing at Authority, take lead like an old-school king and his Army, live in the days of coward presidents High off the firepower, and Twin Towers are evidence Them pollute the elements. Revolution imminent If your views are limited, I'm still gon' get you into it [Hook: Breez Evahflowin'] And I work, but I got no pay. I steal, but I Got no choice. I vote, but I got no Say. I yell, but I got no voice Systematic degradation And even if it ain't on your mind It's real and it's right on the line. I'm saying, son Change gon' come [Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin'] Yo, and if It don't come, will I be rapping or will I be packing? Up the fam with plans for open land and Run with nothing but food cans and guns On that day, trust for a man is none Watch the knife, dawg—it could be your homie or son Do you like the Highlander—"there can only be one"—with no Reservation. Is that self-hate or preservation? Some of the thought—let's get lost within these observations Patience/Patients like you lie on the sheet Off beats, the gun bust, then they lie on the streets Stand strong like a man, dawg, die on your feet Like the Third World brothers who be dying to eat Come on. Who really can hang? Who gon' tell me At ten, they was men, they was ready to bang? Niggas acting like New York City is hard And they ain't seen City of God. American Money style how we act so wild. I'll be Happy, but the beat told me, "Crack no smile." It gets Wilder than the movie, brothers. Outsiders At work, Al-Qaeda alerts, and fruity colors Sometimes, I think this shit's about to go off, then I think like, "They're shaking us up because we're soft" Spread thought in a climate where people prefer the liars Keep the speeches long-term like the teachings of Jeremiah [Hook: Breez Evahflowin'] And I work, but I got no pay. I steal, but I Got no choice. I vote, but I got no Say. I yell, but I got no voice Systematic degradation And even if it ain't on your mind It's real and it's right on the line. I'm saying, son Change gon' come