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作词 : Jermaine Cole

作曲 : Jermaine Cole

My intuition is telling me there will be better days

Yeah,my intuition is telling me there will 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 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'd never judge a man

Because he knows us all and therefore he would understand

The ignorance that make a nigga take his brother's lif

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 tan

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 apply this economics

My business ain't got the suit and tie

Keep a pistol at all times, niggas want what's min

I can't oblige dog, I work too hard

So reach for it, get referred to God; I'm going hard bitch

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

**** 'em all, they don't know all the pain I fel

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 hand

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

Finger on trigger make a little nigga understan

What it's like to finally be the mother****ing ma

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

Niggas die over bitches disrespecting dollar bill

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 dropping in a heartbea

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 2

We're gathered here today...

To mourn the life of James McMillan Jr

A tragedy, another tragedy in the black community

We got to do better, people

22 years old, this boy was too young

Our condolences go to his family, our prayers

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—