Z-Ro, Point Blank - Struggling to Change lyrics

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
5-2 due for Z-Ro, with a mad super ego
Couldn't nobody
Tell a nigga nothing about life
Till 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 niggas 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 till they get a load of it

Struggling, to change
Trying to 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 niggas
That be screaming out many men
Wishing death on you
When they pull a tec 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
This slab just ain't no slab
If Robert Davis ain't in it
Everyday, I'm banging Screw
This slab just ain't no slab
If Robert Davis ain't in it-in it-in it

Listen it's hard to think
When your mind goes blank
Leaning on these cake ass niggas, 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 ingrade 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
Niggas 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