Songtexte Struggling to Change - Z-RO

Keeping crack out my pocket, a pistol but I don't cock it
All I wanna do is get paid, but the legal way
I use to be selling drugs, running up and down the boulevard
Better respect, whatever the desert eagle say
Five, two, due for Z-Ro, with a mad super ego
Couldn't nobody, tell a nigga nothing about life
'Til I started tripping too hard, smoking them sherms in the dark
And was a witness to my people, being shot twice

I had to get my mind right, stop gripping that iron tight
Everybody, ain't out to get a nigga for bread
But I promise it wasn't nothing, but niggaz be gum bumping
My pistol'll come jumping, nothing but infrared
32 grams up, and this killer could be a veteran not a rookie
Z-Ro is that nigga, that'll see thoed 'fore it's over with
Dealing with haters and perpetrators, trying to fade us
But I'm cooking up something major, wait 'til they get a load of it

Struggling, to change
Tryna find an exit out of the game
Looking for a better way, to make change
Daily decisions, 'bout to make a brother break mayn
All I ever did, was wanna shine
Make enough money, just so I could support mine
All the days of my life, I been on my grind
Laws trying to lock me down, for a lifetime

We use to be pimping broads, Mo City to Clinton Park
They tell us we went too hard, trying to make us a million
But look what we living in, gotta get us some dividends
Rolling over ridiculous niggaz, that be screaming out many men
Wishing death on you, when they pull or take on you
Tell me, what you gon' do now
I'm really trying to change, don't make me get up and get that thang mayn
Close range, I will blow you down

Everyday, I'm banging Screw
Stab, stab, just ain't no slab, if Robert Davis ain't in it (straight up)
Everyday, I'm banging Screw (banging Screw)
Your slab just ain't no slab, if Robert Davis ain't in it-in it-in it

Struggling, to change
Tryna find the, find an exit out of the game
Looking for a better way, to make change
Basic decisions, 'bout to make a brother break mayn
All I ever did, was wanna shine
Make enough money, just so I could support mine
All the days of my life, I been on my grind
Laws trying to lock me down, for a lifetime

Listen it's hard to think, when your mind goes blank
Leaning on these cake ass niggaz, like a pint
I write what I feel, and I feel what I write
Fuck if a nigga don't like it, and bitch wanna fight
The struggle ingrained in my skin, by the tip of a dull knife
One verse from Jay-Z, got me doing a hard knock life
Listen, I try to stay focused, sometime my vision get blurry
And distracted, why all these people keep on fucking with me

I move swiftly through the vultures, rats and roaches
Playing chess, with these toy soldiers
But you can't complain, when you carrying the whole world on your shoulders
'Cause people depending on you, niggaz gotta eat
Now how you gon' look, big pimping and big living
And all the click that run with you, sleeping on the streets
I do the best I can, I bust my ass
If the next man can't do the same, I wash my hands I'm struggling to change

Struggling, to change
Tryna find an exit out of the game
Looking for a better way to make change
Daily decisions, 'bout to make a brother break mayn
All I ever did, was wanna shine
Make enough money, just so I could support mine
All the days of my life, I been on my grind
Laws trying to lock me down, for a lifetime