Help Me Change

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun] I used to ask mama "where the love at?" Till I found out at age 10 mama loved Crack Wasn't her falt She was unawhere of all the facts, and got put on by some penitentiary thug cat It's all I was thinking, watching her body shaking Disappearing for weekends on different evictions Now flash to the future We scream at all times, with 3 different guys My soul clames 3 more lives Made it through the obsticals, stronger than ever Life isn't impossible, no matter how stormy the weather But your son ain't apart of me, died years ago I denyed to cry them tears One of the reasons I joined a gang, the unity [?] community The darkness is in me Fuck looking back on my past [?] future ain't as simple [Chorus: Vance Laroy] Help me change Change my life Cause I'm lookin to move on Been in the streets for too long We can't bust this day It won't be gray I'm so tired of the struggle I don't want to hustle Don't want to listen to the voices in my head [Verse 2: Snug Brim] Went from a boy to a grown man Learned to channel my anger, took it down in my pen Had a pack of weed, stressin, tryna calm my nerves Before my granny left me, she told me these words She told me "get your shit together, cause you never know Life is crazy, could be here today, but not tomorrow" Put the dope down, it's more than just bitches and drugs She told me there's jewelry in the dirt, just gotta dig it up Never give it up, still in the streets though Instead of blow, I'm doing shows for my people Writing my testomony, wishing I could cross the gates [?] keep the faith I will walk [?] vally of death Change and maintain until I'm out of my depth My kids know daddy gotta set them straight That's why I travel state to state tryna get this cake [Chorus: Vance Laroy] Help me change Change my life Cause I'm lookin to move on Been in the streets for too long We can't bust this day It won't be gray I'm so tired of the struggle I don't want to hustle Don't want to listen to the voices in my head [Verse 3: Skatterman] Get money motherfucker, the wrent's due Didn't you get the child support papers she sent you? Lil mama pregnant, nigga should've been rappin up Money gettin lower, but the bills is stackin up Can't get me a job, cause I caught me a felony Back to the streets is what the voices is telling me Drove to the liquor store and got me some baggys And just like that, dollars [?] street life happy Right back in the middle of it, fuckin with the other side Everybody worryed about me, listen to my mother cry I ain't tryna hear it though Call me back some other time I ain't give a fuck about nothing since my brother died Put it in a drore, let it lock up Grab the 45 off the table and cock it Yeah I told my chick and my kids Imma stop it What the fuck else can I do to profit? [Chorus: Vance Laroy] Help me change Change my life Cause I'm lookin to move on Been in the streets for too long We can't bust this day It won't be gray I'm so tired of the struggle I don't want to hustle Don't want to listen to the voices in my head