My mama told me find a real job, 'cause I'm I'm doing don't cut it Say she never seen a get rich struggling and shit fussing and I ain't trying to hear that Leaving out the house, I peep the news and it's that If mama would have a few words to them damn fools You wouldn't have killers in the classroom The of the innocent Praises be to God the merciful, and I would never question you But being shot down'll hurt a dude I know the got her heels on But as I walk through the valley, I just home And has got a funny way of testing A man of but all in all it's a blessing To up out the storm without a scratch on me And live to about my journey, where you at, homie?
Sam was born by the Martin, he had a But that don't mean there be harmony Just because the sings They say that change gon' So when is gon' come? Somebody tell me, somebody tell me (I'm not gon' lie, I'm scared now)
I started burying my I remember skipping in the 8th grade And walking to the Burger at lunchtime And coming before the bell rung, but one time We we was finna ditch the whole day And catch the metro to Sharpstown, I'll Remember Kurtis beatboxing on the back Me freestyling, they knew every that he up to us, K run through us Man, I miss them old days, if one us You that we was destined for greatness Day came, that's when God set to take him Too many young, no sequel And I have a many night sleepless Every page turned the ending One day closer, it's on you on how you it
Sam was by the river And Martin, he had a But don't mean there will be harmony Just because the choir They say that change gon' (Change gon' come, oh oh) So when is change gon' come? (When is gon' come?) Somebody tell me, tell me (And every day it's something different)
either politics or one's religion (Yeah, yeah) We need to our guns in my opinion It's the people you need to take control of You have the right to bear your what they told us It's tragic when an is gunned down But Congress to take away our guns? Wow Now, what about off in Them little children in Chicago Parents heart-broke, I I never know that feeling And the truth is so revealing We push it to the side like we matter And that shit makes me right, my government Brad Jordan No different than a Martin (no different) No different than a shot leader Your of a blue-eyed Jesus