Poem -

Dreams and Changes

Verse 1:
I'm gonna roll up and survive, heavy hearts of my own kind
Hopeless in my tiny shredded mind
Even as a youngster, cracking dope I didn't get out the bunch
What can I say? (I never get around troubles and such)
So now they view me as a failure, who can you blame?
Rolling blunts would often take away the pain
Now I'm on that, momma always crying in the back now (no worries)
She only wants a special me (so she gotta hurry)
Maybe if they try to understand me? (see through my pain)
I had to hustle for some dollar bills, (I'm tryna be sane)
Can't get the image of affection (it's stuck in my brain)
It always pains me when I see you 6 feet under a grave

Verse 2:
I've been in the gutter taking shots up in the regular
See no changes always stayed the same(come on senator)
Blacks accused of crimes they have a motive to kill (to kill)
The white man shoots a school I guess he's mentally ill (so ill)
I have been a victim of the (lies) when I couldn't (realize) how the poor so helpless from the public (eyes)
But we can learn to make a difference aloud (aloud)
Come join us on our journey let's make Pac and Martin proud

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