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[Intro: Master P] Ay yall know Im not perfect I did a lot of wrong A man's family I've been changing my life Im tellin you you could do the same thing But dont do it for me do it for yourself And do it for ya kids Cuz they the future [Hook x2: Master P] Let the kids grow, let the kids dream I was lost I used to hustle in the same street Let the kids win, let the kids play If we change for tomorrow be a brighter day [Verse: Master P] They call the girls frees, and the boys deeps Cuz they aint in school and you runnin from the police Oh you a tough guy, you got a fact ride Cry like a baby when the judge gave you five Oh you a gangsta ya son wanna be just like you Bet he change his mind when the fens came and died you Oh you a hard head, and you talk bad A real gangsta in ya eye behind the ski mask I heart you flipped stacks, yeah I did that My brother dead cousins friends cant get them back Letras de cancionesAnd since I changed I guess they think I got sauce I guess you hard when you dead or locked behind bars Im a real G, aint got nothin to prove Put down the guns pick up the pens let the kids choose Let em be doctors, let em be lawyers Let em make it out the hood let em see tomorrow [Hook x2: Master P] [Verse: Romeo] First I'd like to thank momma for the life that was givin Got the heart of a lion never needed of prison (uh-huh) Lost my cousin, now Im [?] Goin head Jay like prayin to [?] Got kids in the pent, why they do that cry Like Queens just stayin in the [?] at line So much peer fresher, kids smokin weed I was thought to never follow be the one to lead (yea) What it been if Frankie died at the age 15 (age 15) And we never felt the prison of the pin melt kin (pin melt kin) Life would be a whole lot different no silver rights Will we still be fightin over black and white What if, parent days never went to school I know it would never bit to heart to follow the rules See, life's a gift we dont choose how we livin (no) I thank the Lord every night Im still here livin [Hook x2: Master P] [Outro: Master P] Aint nothing wrong wit change Just think about it Put the guns down and pick up a pen You could be killin the next Michael Jordan The next Oprah Winfrey The next Bill Cosby The next Will Smith The next young child They could be the next president Dont hate me Cuz Im takin a stand We be alright If you play you role You feel me Befo ya judge that can dip somebody else Just look in the mirror and ask yourself What you do From Letras Mania