Help Me Change

[Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun]
I used to ask mama "where the love at?"
Till I found out at age 10 mama loved Crack
Wasn't her falt
She was unawhere of all the facts, and got put on by some penitentiary thug cat
It's all I was thinking, watching her body shaking
Disappearing for weekends on different evictions
Now flash to the future
We scream at all times, with 3 different guys
My soul clames 3 more lives
Made it through the obsticals, stronger than ever
Life isn't impossible, no matter how stormy the weather
But your son ain't apart of me, died years ago
I denyed to cry them tears
One of the reasons I joined a gang, the unity
[?] community
The darkness is in me
Fuck looking back on my past [?] future ain't as simple

[Chorus: Vance Laroy]
Help me change
Change my life
Cause I'm lookin to move on
Been in the streets for too long
We can't bust this day
It won't be gray
I'm so tired of the struggle
I don't want to hustle
Don't want to listen to the voices in my head

[Verse 2: Snug Brim]
Went from a boy to a grown man
Learned to channel my anger, took it down in my pen
Had a pack of weed, stressin, tryna calm my nerves
Before my granny left me, she told me these words
She told me "get your shit together, cause you never know
Life is crazy, could be here today, but not tomorrow"
Put the dope down, it's more than just bitches and drugs
She told me there's jewelry in the dirt, just gotta dig it up
Never give it up, still in the streets though
Instead of blow, I'm doing shows for my people
Writing my testomony, wishing I could cross the gates
[?] keep the faith
I will walk [?] vally of death
Change and maintain until I'm out of my depth
My kids know daddy gotta set them straight
That's why I travel state to state tryna get this cake

[Chorus: Vance Laroy]
Help me change
Change my life
Cause I'm lookin to move on
Been in the streets for too long
We can't bust this day
It won't be gray
I'm so tired of the struggle
I don't want to hustle
Don't want to listen to the voices in my head

[Verse 3: Skatterman]
Get money motherfucker, the wrent's due
Didn't you get the child support papers she sent you?
Lil mama pregnant, nigga should've been rappin up
Money gettin lower, but the bills is stackin up
Can't get me a job, cause I caught me a felony
Back to the streets is what the voices is telling me
Drove to the liquor store and got me some baggys
And just like that, dollars [?] street life happy
Right back in the middle of it, fuckin with the other side
Everybody worryed about me, listen to my mother cry
I ain't tryna hear it though
Call me back some other time
I ain't give a fuck about nothing since my brother died
Put it in a drore, let it lock up
Grab the 45 off the table and cock it
Yeah I told my chick and my kids Imma stop it
What the fuck else can I do to profit?

[Chorus: Vance Laroy]
Help me change
Change my life
Cause I'm lookin to move on
Been in the streets for too long
We can't bust this day
It won't be gray
I'm so tired of the struggle
I don't want to hustle
Don't want to listen to the voices in my head