[Intro]
I'm inside my change
Everything that I see
I feel the need, I feel a need
[Verse 1: A.P.]
Lookin' at life through my mother's eyes
Never cried disappointment from another tribe
I tried to get through to her offspring
But I ain't tryna get to what she offering, nah
She say too often she hear sirens go
Waitin' for the call, she gotta go
Cause they done left me so bad only my mother gonna know
See growin' up she got me goin' slow, but yo
See the streets is a mother, f**er
Even thought that is my mother, and I love her
I'm gonna go and try to get a come up
Then come up with a way to make her smile
Tomorrow or whenever I sell out
Whichever comes first, it's worth the while
While I load my worth, she askin' if I got a day where I'm gonna go first
The penitentiary or the hearse, and it hurts and it hurts, let's go first and
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In reply to why I live my life
Doin' wrong tryna make sh** right
Based on all I see, I got a need
[Verse 2: A.P.]
Lookin' at life through a fiend's eyes
Seen skies of grey for everyday that I breathe ?
Always bein' off the same high
Like who's son is this sellin' broken dreams to the same guy?
Same lie, keep tellin' myself
I'mma gonna quit I don't need no help, and he's no help
Always comin' round, call him off the porch
Best thing about him he'll take a short
Now while I snort, I drift off thinkin' why that lady ain't abort
Then I wouldn't abort, now my vision is gettin' sort of off
And he got the nerve to say he wanna have a talk
And I'm like sure, asked if I was willingly k**in' me
I stopped and thought, said really are you k**in' me from you I bought?
So is you givin' me an explanation, he looked at me face to face and sayin'
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[Verse 3: A.P.]
Lookin' at life through a son's eyes
Daddy gone so it's me on that they rely, so I try
Or it make me feel less of a man
If I can't provide best I can
So instead of playin' for my future
I gamble with the present, in the streets lease on presence
Presents a message sh**, and you gotta know there's some messed up sh**
I won't be there to open presents, because at this time and present
I'm locked behind these gates, twenty-three hour sessions
Writin' till my n***as remember me, I'm Eric
Wrote mommy told her she was right, she said it, and said it
But I ain't listen, never seen a punch comin' something like Liston
Now I'm just a number on a list and
Callin' on a Sunday tryna hear somebody whisper
Hopin' they don't drop the long distance, listen
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