What needs to change?

Is it that we don’t value ourselves more than a couple of dollar bills & change

Nothing is more then Mula

Until a double barreled gun hits your Medulla

What’s life then?

Mom just lost her little star

Remember those days of conversations of success at the dinner table, plans to go far

You were going to be that doctor, that lawyer, that dentist

Now judgment day awaits, hoping god doesn’t see you as the devils apprentice

But remember it was about the money

The thought of being six feet under is no longer funny

I’ll ride for my hittas, I’m down for my hittas, I’ll die for my hittas they said

Death is the last thing you fear, that is until your pronounced dead

No more should of, could of, would of

At the funeral, your now that released pretty white dove

As you look down at the world watching your mom mourn

Hoping that through someone or something else you’ll be reborn

You finally think what needs to change?

Maybe people should value themselves more than a couple dollar bills & change