Papoose - Gonna Make A Change lyrics
[Papoose - Gonna Make A Change lyrics]
See the kids in the street
With not enough to eat who am I to be blind?
Pretending not to see their needs
This remind me of the block party
Back in the day we used to jam the most
Used to plug the music into the lampost
I reminisce too much but if a man don't
He might forget where he came
From and can't approach
The place he tryna go, a wise man won't
I ain't at the top yet but I'm so damn close
My poems honest, so modest, I can't boast
Fast food I can't coat
I took home cooking for granted
Cause, I couldn't imagine
These girls can't cook they so into fashion
I like 'em cause I'm so into passion
But man when I was growin' up
My mama was multi tasking
She was frying chicken while
Holding the phone
Between her face and shoulder
And smokin' a bone combing my sister's hair
She think she's grown
But her hair was so nappy, it broke the comb!
Gonna make a change for once in my life
It's gonna feel real good
Gonna make a difference gonna make it right
RIP to Luther Vandross
A house ain't a home without yo fam close
I get phone calls saying: "Pap come save me
I hear you on the radio
You're buzzing like crazy
I'm out here in the jungle
With me gun of safety repping for your name
These niggas can't take me"
Reply: "I'm still tryna save myself
The industry is all fam
Don't mistake it for wealth"
Couple days later, I heard somebody laid him
Thinking to myself: "Maybe I
Coulda saved him?"
Some say they never change
But let money change them
They change for the worst
So they start fating
Some niggas go to jail and come home praising
The most high telling you he's so amazing
Some people spend their whole life
Committing the same sin
I guess it'll only take death to change them
Gonna make a change for once in my life
It's gonna feel real good
Gonna make a difference gonna make it right
With not enough to eat who am I to be blind?
Pretending not to see their needs
This remind me of the block party
Back in the day we used to jam the most
Used to plug the music into the lampost
I reminisce too much but if a man don't
He might forget where he came
From and can't approach
The place he tryna go, a wise man won't
I ain't at the top yet but I'm so damn close
My poems honest, so modest, I can't boast
Fast food I can't coat
I took home cooking for granted
Cause, I couldn't imagine
These girls can't cook they so into fashion
I like 'em cause I'm so into passion
But man when I was growin' up
My mama was multi tasking
She was frying chicken while
Holding the phone
Between her face and shoulder
And smokin' a bone combing my sister's hair
She think she's grown
But her hair was so nappy, it broke the comb!
Gonna make a change for once in my life
It's gonna feel real good
Gonna make a difference gonna make it right
RIP to Luther Vandross
A house ain't a home without yo fam close
I get phone calls saying: "Pap come save me
I hear you on the radio
You're buzzing like crazy
I'm out here in the jungle
With me gun of safety repping for your name
These niggas can't take me"
Reply: "I'm still tryna save myself
The industry is all fam
Don't mistake it for wealth"
Couple days later, I heard somebody laid him
Thinking to myself: "Maybe I
Coulda saved him?"
Some say they never change
But let money change them
They change for the worst
So they start fating
Some niggas go to jail and come home praising
The most high telling you he's so amazing
Some people spend their whole life
Committing the same sin
I guess it'll only take death to change them
Gonna make a change for once in my life
It's gonna feel real good
Gonna make a difference gonna make it right