My mama told me find a real job, 'cause I'm what I'm doing cut it Say she never seen a nigga get rich struggling and fussing and I ain't trying to hear that Leaving out the house, I peep the news and it's clear If mama would have said a few words to them fools You wouldn't have them in the classroom The of the innocent Praises be to God the Most merciful, and I never question you But babies being down'll hurt a dude I know the devil's got her on But as I walk through the valley, I just feel And life has got a funny way of A man of faith but all in all a blessing To walk up out the storm a scratch on me And live to talk about my journey, where you at,
Sam was born by the Martin, he had a But that mean there will be harmony Just because the choir say that change gon' come So when is gon' come? Somebody tell me, somebody tell me (I'm not gon' lie, I'm getting now)
I started my classmates I skipping classes in the 8th grade And to the Burger King at lunchtime And back before the bell rung, but one time We decided we was ditch the whole day And catch the to Sharpstown, I'll always Kurtis beatboxing on the back seat Me freestyling, they knew rapper that he up to us, K run through us Man, I miss old days, if one knew us You knew that we was for greatness Day came, that's when God set to take him Too dying young, no sequel And I have a many night sleepless Every turned brings the ending One day closer, it's on you on how you it
Sam was born by the And Martin, he had a But that don't mean there be harmony Just the choir sings They say that change gon' (Change gon' come, oh oh) So is change gon' come? (When is change gon' come?) tell me, somebody tell me (And every day it's something different)
It's either or one's religion (Yeah, yeah) We to keep our guns in my opinion the people that you need to take control of You have the right to your arms what they told us It's tragic an innocent is gunned down But wants to take away our guns? Wow Now, what off in Chicago? Huh? little children in Chicago Parents heart-broke, I I never know that feeling And although the is so revealing We push it to the side like we don't And that makes me madder That's right, my Brad Jordan No different than a Martin (no different) No different than a down leader picture of a blue-eyed Jesus