Текст песни: Change + перевод

My intuition is telling me there’ll be better days, yeah

My intuition is telling me there’ll be better days

I like this tone

Yeah, my intuition is telling me there’ll be better days

I sit in silence and find whenever I meditate

My fears alleviate, my tears evaporate

My faith don’t deviate, ideas don’t have a date

But see I’m growing and getting stronger with every breath

Bringing me closer to Heaven’s doors with every step

As we speak I’m at peace, no longer scared to die

Most niggas don’t believe in God and so they terrified

It’s either that or they be fearing they gon' go to Hell

Asking the Father for forgiveness, got 'em overwhelmed (Please, God,

I want to go to Heaven)

As if He’s spiteful like them white folks that control the jail

See I believe if God is real, He’d never judge a man

Because He knows us all and therefore He would understand

The ignorance that make a nigga take his brother life

The bitterness and pain that got him beating on his wife

I know you desperate for a change let the pen glide

But the only real change come from inside (Come from inside)

But the only real change come from inside (Come from inside)

But the only real change come from—

In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry

But the only real change come from inside (Come from inside)

But the only real change come from inside (Come from inside)

But the only real change come from—

Yeah, my chosen religion

Jesus piece frozen from sinnin'

Doin' dirt, hoping to God, He know my intentions

To see a million 'fore I see a casket

I got a baby on the way, know he gon' be a bastard

I’m living fast like I’m in a drag race, how that cash taste

When I was a senior, I was ballin' on my classmates

Niggas put three bullets in my car, one hit the gas tank

Know I got a angel cause I’m supposed to have a halo

Right now, my lifestyle destined for a federal facility

For my ability to make them birds fly

Fiends wanna get higher than a bird’s eye view

And who am I to tell a nigga what to do?

I just supply, it’s economics

My business ain’t got the suit and tie

Keep a pistol at all times, niggas want what’s mine

I can’t oblige, dog, I work too hard

So reach for it, get referred to God, I’m going hard, nigga

I know you desperate for a change let the pen glide

But the only real change come from inside

But the only real change come from inside

But the only real change come from—

In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry

But the only real change come from inside

But the only real change come from inside

But the only real change come from—

Yeah, prodigal son, got a new gun

This one don’t run out of ammo

Lately been working on my handles

Can I ball, become a star and remain my self?

If I fall, dust it off and regain my self

Fuck 'em all, they don’t know all the pain I felt

I’m in awe, after all the fame I felt, I evolved

I no longer bury demons, I be a vessel for the truth until I’m barely breathing,

I’m singing

Life is all about the evolution

I give up, I give in, I move back a little

I live up, I look up, now I’m back for more

You can dream but don’t neglect the execution

I give up, I give in, I move back a little

I live up, I look up, now I’m back for more

Time is short that’s what somebody told me

I give up, I give in, I move back a little

I live up, I look up, now I’m back for more

Too short to keep following your homies

I give up, I give in, I move back a little

I live up, I look up, now I’m back for more

I reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands

All of a sudden niggas pop a trunk and then we scram

Finger on trigger make a little nigga understand

What it’s like to finally be the motherfuckin' man

Eyes wide that’s from the power that the coward feels

Niggas die over bitches, disrespect, and dollar bills

Bloodshed that turned the city to a battlefield

I call it poison, you call it real (pop, pop, pop, pop)

That’s how you feel?

Pistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat

Scattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete

A body laid on the concrete

Look, somebody laid on the concrete

No time for that, ain’t no lookin' back, cause I’m running too

I made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning news

Overcame with a feeling I can’t explain

Cause that was my nigga James that was slain, he was 22

(Last night at around…) He was 22

(22 year old black male, suspect, reporting live…)

(I swear to God, bruh)

We’re gathered here today…

(I swear to God)

To mourn the life of James McMillan Jr

(I swear to God—nigga, I’ma kill them niggas, man)

A tragedy, another tragedy in the black community

(I promise you, bro…)

We got to do better, people

22 years old, this boy was too young

(I promise you, bro, I’ma kill them niggas, yo…)

Our condolences go to his family, our prayers

(I'ma kill them niggas myself…)

We know he’s in a better place

We know he’s in a better place

But this has got to end, ladies and gentleman

We’ve got to come together, this is—this is beyond words

Now I’d like to open this ceremony with a verse from—