Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Change, artist - J. Cole. Date of issue: 08.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Change |
| My intuition is telling me they’ll be better days |
| Yeah, my intuition is telling me they’ll be better days |
| I like this tone. |
| Yeah, my intuition is telling me they’ll be better days |
| I sit in silence and 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 in 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 |
| God, I’m 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’ll never judge a man |
| Because he knows us all and therefore he would understand |
| The ignorance that make a nigga take his brother’s life |
| The bitterness and pain that got him beating on his wife |
| I know you desperate for a change at 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, 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 tell a nigga what to do? |
| I just apply this 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 at 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 evolve |
| 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 disrespecting 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 |
| 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, poor…) |
| (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’mma 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’mma kill them niggas bro…) |
| Our condolences go to his family, our prayers |
| (I'mma 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 fro… |