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Shadez of Brooklyn\/DJ Premier <\/strong>12" Change, <\/em>1996<\/p>\n

Le froid gris et brun de l’automne. La ville, la pluie captées parfaitement par cette production de Première qualité intemporelle. La boucle, le mantra. Le changement.<\/p>\n

Paroles (travaillez votre flow un peu):<\/p>\n

"At the end of 1974, when daddy dukes went raw
\nThe chosen sperm to explore and reach the egg for sure
\nA child through the birth canal on the nine mo’ trial
\nReleased on this wild earth, my generation hit worst
\nWill my development arrested by the government
\nYounga niggas strugglin’, livin’ life got me wonderin’
\nNew shit I’m discoverin’, yo son I can’t sleep
\nSituation so deep, my niggas drownin’ in the streets
\nAnother rapist’ll stalk, a younger murder is walked
\nThey got shit locked in a fort, a buck fif’ if you’re tossed
\nVerbalizin’ hard times, findin’ ways to recline
\nDedicated to the rhyme brought your shades and your wine
\nI survived hard times prime time, as I rewind
\nMy thoughts and remmeniss, sippin’ O.E. quarts
\nRest in peace to my peeps who died up in the streets
\nFuck Halloween treats cause ain’t shit sweet <\/em><\/p>\n

Chorus:
\nChange, my life has changed
\nChange, (change) and I will never be the same
\nChange, my life has changed
\nChange, (change) and I will never be the same <\/em><\/p>\n

Growin’ up on the Brooklyn streets
\nIt was hard for Black T to make these motherfuckin ends meet
\nThe first store that closed up got stuck
\nand if you didn’t gimme your cash
\nI’d put one in somebody’s gut
\nI ran buckwild through these streets with this group of individuals
\nCommiting crimes well performed like a ritual
\nUntil one day my momz tried to send me up-state to job core
\nI didn’t know what the fuck for
\nSo I, pulled out my pals
\nAnd called up the nigga Al
\nWhat’s the deal son it’s been a fuckin’ long while
\nHe said yo Black T, I had this dream about this cream
\nI’m going all out for mines by any fuckin’ means
\nWe grabbed our pen and pads
\nAnd wrote about this world gone mad
\nAnd how times was getting real bad
\nBut what we need to do
\nIs connect with them other two
\nAnd make that dream you had come true <\/em><\/p>\n

I’m out the front door
\nDon’t wanna deal with this bullshit no more
\nWhat for? I’m ready to throw this heart on the floor
\nBack in the days, yo, Ty had it all
\nWomen on call, sex and all
\nSummer, winter, spring, and the fall
\nThen my momz broke out to get away from men why no doubt
\nThen I settled down and made one girl a spouce
\nShould of known, couldn’t replace momz
\nMy heart rang the alarm, situation was da bomb
\nI roamed the streets, started smokin weed
\nDrinkin Heinie’s tappin’ hinies
\nWritin’ words to rich beats
\nBecame an everyday stuggler
\nStereotyped a hustler
\nConstant bother
\nResided with my father frequently talked with my mother
\nReactions crazy, revenge thoughts, maybe
\nAsking what am I doin here
\nSomeone come save me
\nCause I feel I got no purpose
\n*?Dabilatino?* surface
\nThere’s different type moves
\nWith an attitude that’s nervous
\nAnd nothing can help me maintain my mind frame
\nNow I’m doing shit I never did before <\/em><\/p>\n

Change, my life has changed
\nChange, (change) and I will never be the same
\nChange, the world has changed
\nChange, (change) and it will never be the same <\/em><\/p>\n

Brought up on green and patch
\nYou’ll never have no ash
\nand everyday I find myself in the same old fashion
\nSaddened, my same fuckin’ Pumas and Lees
\nTore up at the knees
\nThat would always squeeze
\nMy buns, I have no funds
\nI’m young and dumb
\nLeft school at three o’ clock
\nTo face an eviction
\nIn tears as it appears my crib for years
\nHas just been rented to the landlord kids
\nNo rhythm, cause my rep grows rather rash
\nSurpassed thrid class quick to stash, when the photo flash
\nIn contrast, I was labled as an outcast
\nAfraid to tell the cast
\nCause chicks can tell me kiss they ass
\nLow self esteem but mom dukes kept me clean
\nSwayed from Spalding, Paydays and madman drinks
\nShantlell my princess, she will live to be a queen
\nAnd as the moonbeam
\nMe and my team we’ll be countin cream <\/em><\/p>\n

Change, my life has changed
\nChange, (change) and I will never be the same
\nChange, the world has changed
\nChange, (change) and it will never be the same
\nChange, you should make a change
\nChange, (change) and you must never be the same
\nChange, Evil Dee has changed
\nChange, (change) and he will never be the same
\nChange, Beatminerz change
\nChange, (change) and it will never be the same
\nChange, yes the world has changed
\nChange, (change) and it will never be the same"<\/em><\/p>\n

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