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Cole Videos","duration":332.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My intuition is telling me they'll be better days\nYeah, my intuition is telling me they'll be better days\nI like this tone\nYeah, my intuition is telling me they'll be better days\nI sit in silence and and find whenever I meditate\nMy fears alleviate, my tears evaporate\nMy faith don't deviate, ideas don't have a date\nBut see I'm growing and getting stronger with every breath\nBringing me closer to heaven's doors with every step\nAs we speak I'm in peace, no longer scared to die\nMost niggas don't believe in God and so they terrified\nIt's either that or they be fearing they gon' go to Hell\nAsking the father for forgiveness, God, I'm overwhelmed (please God, I want to go to Heaven)\nAs if he's spiteful like them white folks that control the jail\nSee I believe if God is real, he'll never judge a man\nBecause he knows us all and therefore he would understand\nThe ignorance that make a nigga take his brother's life\nThe bitterness and pain that got him beating on his wife\nI know you desperate for a change at the pen glide\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from\nIn cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from\nYeah, my chosen religion: Jesus piece frozen from sinnin'\nDoin' dirt hoping to God He know my intentions\nTo see a million 'fore I see a casket\nI got a baby on the way know he gon' be a bastard\nI'm living fast like I'm in a drag race, how that cash taste\nWhen I was a senior I was ballin' on my classmates\nNiggas put three bullets in my car one hit the gas tank\nKnow I got a angel cause I'm supposed to have a halo\nRight now, my lifestyle destined for a federal facility\nFor my ability to make them birds fly\nFiends wanna get higher than a bird's eye view\nAnd who am I tell a nigga what to do?\nI just apply this economics\nMy business ain't got the suit and tie\nKeep a pistol at all times, niggas want what's mine\nI can't oblige dog, I work too hard\nSo reach for it, get referred to God, I'm going hard nigga\nI know you desperate for a change at the pen glide\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from\nIn cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from\nYeah, prodigal son\nGot a new gun, this one\nDon't run out of ammo lately been working on my handles\nCan I ball, become a star, and remain my self\nIf I fall, dust it off and regain my self\nFuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt\nI'm in awe, after all the fame I felt I evolve\nI no longer bury demons\nI be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely breathing, I'm singing\nLife is all about the evolution\nI give up, I give in, I move back a little\nI live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\nYou can dream but don't neglect the execution\nI give up, I give in, I move back a little\nI live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\nTime is short that's what somebody told me\nI give up, I give in, I move back a little\nI live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\nToo short to keep following your homies\nI give up, I give in, I move back a little\nI live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\nI reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands\nAll of a sudden niggas pop a trunk and then we scram\nFinger on trigger make a little nigga understand\nWhat it's like to finally be the motherfuckin' man\nEyes wide that's from the power that the coward feels\nNiggas die over bitches disrespecting dollar bills\nBloodshed that turned the city to a battlefield\nI call it poison, you call it real (pop, pop, pop, pop)\nThat's how you feel?\nPistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat\nScattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete\nBody laid on the concrete\nLook, somebody laid on the concrete\nNo time for that, ain't no lookin' back, cause I'm running too\nI made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning news\nOvercame with a feeling I can't explain\n'Cause that was my nigga James that was slain, he was 22\n(Last night at around) He was 22\n(22 year old black male, suspect, poor)\n(I swear to God bruh)\nWe're gathered here today\n(I swear to God)\nTo mourn the life of James McMillan Jr\n(I swear to God, nigga, I'mma kill them niggas man)\nA tragedy, another tragedy in the black community\n(I promise you bro)\nWe got to do better, people\n22 years old, this boy was too young\n(I promise you bro, I'mma kill them niggas bro)\nOur condolences go to his family, our prayers\n(I'mma kill them niggas myself)\nWe know he's in a better place\nBut this has got to end, ladies and gentleman\nWe've got to come together, this is, this is, beyond words\nNow I'd like to open this ceremony with a verse from","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.64] My intuition is telling me they'll be better days\n[00:09.79] Yeah, my intuition is telling me they'll be better days\n[00:15.44] I like this tone\n[00:18.55] Yeah, my intuition is telling me they'll be better days\n[00:22.03] I sit in silence and and find whenever I meditate\n[00:24.45] My fears alleviate, my tears evaporate\n[00:26.79] My faith don't deviate, ideas don't have a date\n[00:29.44] But see I'm growing and getting stronger with every breath\n[00:31.95] Bringing me closer to heaven's doors with every step\n[00:34.45] As we speak I'm in peace, no longer scared to die\n[00:36.94] Most niggas don't believe in God and so they terrified\n[00:39.39] It's either that or they be fearing they gon' go to Hell\n[00:41.70] Asking the father for forgiveness, God, I'm overwhelmed (please God, I want to go to Heaven)\n[00:46.30] As if he's spiteful like them white folks that control the jail\n[00:49.23] See I believe if God is real, he'll never judge a man\n[00:51.85] Because he knows us all and therefore he would understand\n[00:54.17] The ignorance that make a nigga take his brother's life\n[00:56.67] The bitterness and pain that got him beating on his wife\n[00:59.19] I know you desperate for a change at the pen glide\n[01:02.40] But the only real change come from inside\n[01:04.94] But the only real change come from inside\n[01:07.35] But the only real change come from\n[01:09.30] In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n[01:12.18] But the only real change come from inside\n[01:14.62] But the only real change come from inside\n[01:17.20] But the only real change come from\n[01:18.93] Yeah, my chosen religion: Jesus piece frozen from sinnin'\n[01:21.42] Doin' dirt hoping to God He know my intentions\n[01:23.85] To see a million 'fore I see a casket\n[01:25.79] I got a baby on the way know he gon' be a bastard\n[01:28.34] I'm living fast like I'm in a drag race, how that cash taste\n[01:31.23] When I was a senior I was ballin' on my classmates\n[01:33.69] Niggas put three bullets in my car one hit the gas tank\n[01:36.18] Know I got a angel cause I'm supposed to have a halo\n[01:38.42] Right now, my lifestyle destined for a federal facility\n[01:41.63] For my ability to make them birds fly\n[01:43.68] Fiends wanna get higher than a bird's eye view\n[01:45.72] And who am I tell a nigga what to do?\n[01:47.63] I just apply this economics\n[01:49.46] My business ain't got the suit and tie\n[01:51.06] Keep a pistol at all times, niggas want what's mine\n[01:53.57] I can't oblige dog, I work too hard\n[01:55.59] So reach for it, get referred to God, I'm going hard nigga\n[01:58.57] I know you desperate for a change at the pen glide\n[02:01.73] But the only real change come from inside\n[02:03.89] But the only real change come from inside\n[02:06.59] But the only real change come from\n[02:08.78] In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n[02:11.56] But the only real change come from inside\n[02:14.12] But the only real change come from inside\n[02:16.64] But the only real change come from\n[02:18.52] Yeah, prodigal son\n[02:19.31] Got a new gun, this one\n[02:20.81] Don't run out of ammo lately been working on my handles\n[02:22.89] Can I ball, become a star, and remain my self\n[02:25.30] If I fall, dust it off and regain my self\n[02:27.83] Fuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt\n[02:30.31] I'm in awe, after all the fame I felt I evolve\n[02:33.53] I no longer bury demons\n[02:35.18] I be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely breathing, I'm singing\n[02:39.87] Life is all about the evolution\n[02:43.38] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[02:45.68] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n[02:49.04] You can dream but don't neglect the execution\n[02:52.68] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[02:55.55] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n[02:59.89] Time is short that's what somebody told me\n[03:03.28] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[03:05.43] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n[03:09.63] Too short to keep following your homies\n[03:12.83] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[03:15.65] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n[03:17.78] I reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands\n[03:20.24] All of a sudden niggas pop a trunk and then we scram\n[03:22.76] Finger on trigger make a little nigga understand\n[03:25.13] What it's like to finally be the motherfuckin' man\n[03:27.69] Eyes wide that's from the power that the coward feels\n[03:30.05] Niggas die over bitches disrespecting dollar bills\n[03:32.60] Bloodshed that turned the city to a battlefield\n[03:35.00] I call it poison, you call it real (pop, pop, pop, pop)\n[03:36.82] That's how you feel?\n[03:37.61] Pistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat\n[03:39.97] Scattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete\n[03:42.51] Body laid on the concrete\n[03:45.15] Look, somebody laid on the concrete\n[03:47.45] No time for that, ain't no lookin' back, cause I'm running too\n[03:49.89] I made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning news\n[03:52.41] Overcame with a feeling I can't explain\n[03:54.50] 'Cause that was my nigga James that was slain, he was 22\n[03:57.34] (Last night at around) He was 22\n[04:00.30] (22 year old black male, suspect, poor)\n[04:09.18] (I swear to God bruh)\n[04:10.48] We're gathered here today\n[04:12.28] (I swear to God)\n[04:13.28] To mourn the life of James McMillan Jr\n[04:14.61] (I swear to God, nigga, I'mma kill them niggas man)\n[04:17.23] A tragedy, another tragedy in the black community\n[04:19.45] (I promise you bro)\n[04:21.01] We got to do better, people\n[04:22.27] 22 years old, this boy was too young\n[04:24.24] (I promise you bro, I'mma kill them niggas bro)\n[04:25.93] Our condolences go to his family, our prayers\n[04:29.11] (I'mma kill them niggas myself)\n[04:30.90] We know he's in a better place\n[04:33.69] But this has got to end, ladies and gentleman\n[04:35.72] We've got to come together, this is, this is, beyond words\n[04:45.40] Now I'd like to open this ceremony with a verse from","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Change\n  artist: J. 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this tone\n  Yeah, my intuition is telling me they'll be better days\n  I sit in silence and and find whenever I meditate\n  My fears alleviate, my tears evaporate\n  My faith don't deviate, ideas don't have a date\n  But see I'm growing and getting stronger with every breath\n  Bringing me closer to heaven's doors with every step\n  As we speak I'm in peace, no longer scared to die\n  Most niggas don't believe in God and so they terrified\n  It's either that or they be fearing they gon' go to Hell\n  Asking the father for forgiveness, God, I'm overwhelmed (please God, I want to go to Heaven)\n  As if he's spiteful like them white folks that control the jail\n  See I believe if God is real, he'll never judge a man\n  Because he knows us all and therefore he would understand\n  The ignorance that make a nigga take his brother's life\n  The bitterness and pain that got him beating on his wife\n  I know you desperate for a change at the pen glide\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from\n  In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from\n  Yeah, my chosen religion: Jesus piece frozen from sinnin'\n  Doin' dirt hoping to God He know my intentions\n  To see a million 'fore I see a casket\n  I got a baby on the way know he gon' be a bastard\n  I'm living fast like I'm in a drag race, how that cash taste\n  When I was a senior I was ballin' on my classmates\n  Niggas put three bullets in my car one hit the gas tank\n  Know I got a angel cause I'm supposed to have a halo\n  Right now, my lifestyle destined for a federal facility\n  For my ability to make them birds fly\n  Fiends wanna get higher than a bird's eye view\n  And who am I tell a nigga what to do?\n  I just apply this economics\n  My business ain't got the suit and tie\n  Keep a pistol at all times, niggas want what's mine\n  I can't oblige dog, I work too hard\n  So reach for it, get referred to God, I'm going hard nigga\n  I know you desperate for a change at the pen glide\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from\n  In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from\n  Yeah, prodigal son\n  Got a new gun, this one\n  Don't run out of ammo lately been working on my handles\n  Can I ball, become a star, and remain my self\n  If I fall, dust it off and regain my self\n  Fuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt\n  I'm in awe, after all the fame I felt I evolve\n  I no longer bury demons\n  I be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely breathing, I'm singing\n  Life is all about the evolution\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  You can dream but don't neglect the execution\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  Time is short that's what somebody told me\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  Too short to keep following your homies\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  I reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands\n  All of a sudden niggas pop a trunk and then we scram\n  Finger on trigger make a little nigga understand\n  What it's like to finally be the motherfuckin' man\n  Eyes wide that's from the power that the coward feels\n  Niggas die over bitches disrespecting dollar bills\n  Bloodshed that turned the city to a battlefield\n  I call it poison, you call it real (pop, pop, pop, pop)\n  That's how you feel?\n  Pistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat\n  Scattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete\n  Body laid on the concrete\n  Look, somebody laid on the concrete\n  No time for that, ain't no lookin' back, cause I'm running too\n  I made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning news\n  Overcame with a feeling I can't explain\n  'Cause that was my nigga James that was slain, he was 22\n  (Last night at around) He was 22\n  (22 year old black male, suspect, poor)\n  (I swear to God bruh)\n  We're gathered here today\n  (I swear to God)\n  To mourn the life of James McMillan Jr\n  (I swear to God, nigga, I'mma kill them niggas man)\n  A tragedy, another tragedy in the black community\n  (I promise you bro)\n  We got to do better, people\n  22 years old, this boy was too young\n  (I promise you bro, I'mma kill them niggas bro)\n  Our condolences go to his family, our prayers\n  (I'mma kill them niggas myself)\n  We know he's in a better place\n  But this has got to end, ladies and gentleman\n  We've got to come together, this is, this is, beyond words\n  Now I'd like 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Cole - Change","artistName":"Otar Bobokvadze","albumName":"4 Your Eyez Only","duration":333.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Boy, ooh\nMy intuition is telling me there'll be better days (mmm, mmm)\nYeah\nMy intuition is telling me there'll be better days\nI like this tone (ooh, ooh)\nYeah, my intuition is telling me there'll be better days\nI sit in silence and find whenever I meditate\nMy fears alleviate, my tears evaporate (mmm)\nMy faith don't deviate, ideas don't have a date\nBut see, I'm growing and getting stronger with every breath (mmm)\nBringing me closer to Heaven's doors with every step (mmm)\nAs we speak, I'm at peace, no longer scared to die\nMost niggas don't believe in God and so they terrified\nIt's either that or they be fearing they gon' go to Hell\nAsking the Father for forgiveness got 'em overwhelmed\n(\"Please, God, I want to go to Heaven\")\nAs if He's spiteful like them white folks that control the jail (mmm)\nSee, I believe if God is real, He'd never judge a man\nBecause He knows us all and therefore He would understand (mmm)\nThe ignorance that make a nigga take his brother life\nThe bitterness and pain that got him beating on his wife (mmm), like\nI know you desperate for a change, let the pen glide\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from- (ooh)\nIn cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from- (ooh, oh, woah)\nYeah, my\nChosen religion, Jesus piece frozen from sinnin'\nDoin' dirt, hoping to God, He know my intentions (mmm)\nTo see a million 'fore I see a casket\nI got a baby on the way, know he gon' be a bastard (mmm)\nI'm living fast like I'm in a drag race, how that cash taste\nWhen I was a senior, I was ballin' on my classmates (mmm)\nNiggas put three bullets in my car, one hit the gas tank\nKnow I got a angel, 'cause I'm supposed to have a halo (mmm)\nRight now, my lifestyle destined for a federal facility\nFor my ability to make them birds fly (mmm)\nFiends wan' get higher than a bird's eye view\nAnd who am I to tell a nigga what to do? I just supply\nIt's economics, my business ain't got the suit and tie (oh, wait)\nKeep a pistol at all times, niggas want what's mine (oh, wait)\nI can't oblige, dawg, I work too hard\nSo reach for it, get referred to God, I'm going hard, nigga, huh (mmm)\nI know you desperate for a change, let the pen glide\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from- (oh, hey)\nIn cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\nBut the only real change come from inside (come from the inside)\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from- (yeah)\nProdigal son, got a new gun, this one\nDon't run out of ammo, lately been working on my handles\nCan I ball, become a star, and remain myself? (Myself)\nIf I fall, dust it off and regain myself (myself)\nFuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt\nI'm in awe, after all the fame I felt, I evolved (ooh)\nI no longer bury demons\nI be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely breathing, I'm singing (ooh)\nLife is all about the evolution\nI give up, I give in, I move back a little\nI live up, I look up, now I'm back for more, yeah, yeah (I, I, yeah)\nYou can dream but don't neglect the execution\nI give up, I give in, I move back a little (oh, no)\nI live up, I look up, now I'm back for more (oh, oh, no)\n\"Time is short, \" that's what somebody told me (told me, oh)\nI give up, I give in, I move back a little\nI live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\nAyy, now I'm back for more\nToo short to keep following your homies\nI give up, I give in, I move back a little\nI live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\nI reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands (ooh)\nAll of a sudden, niggas poppin' trunk and then we scram (mmm)\nFinger on trigger make a little nigga understand\nWhat it's like to finally be the motherfuckin' man (ooh, yeah)\nEyes wide, that's from the power that the coward feels\nNiggas die over bitches, disrespect, and dollar bills (ooh)\nBloodshed done turned the city to a battlefield (mmm)\nI call it poison, you call it real, that's how you feel?\nPistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat\nScattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete\n(Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go) body laid on the concrete\nLook, somebody laid on the concrete\nNo time for that, ain't no lookin' back, 'cause I'm running too\nI made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning news\nOvercame with a feeling I can't explain\n'Cause that was my nigga James that was slain, he was 22\n(Last night at around 7:45) he was twenty-two\n(22-year-old, black, male, suspect, reporting on the news)\nWe're gathered here today\nTo mourn the life of James McMillan Jr.\nA tragedy, another tragedy in the black community\nWe got to do better, people\n22 years old, this boy was too young\nOur condolences are with his family, our prayers\nWe know he's in a better place\nWe know he's in a better place\nBut this has got to end, ladies and gentlemen\nWe've got to come together, this is-this is beyond words\nNow I'd like to open this ceremony with a verse from-","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: J. Cole - Change\n  artist: Otar Bobokvadze\n  album: 4 Your Eyez Only\n  duration_ms: 333000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Boy, ooh\n  My intuition is telling me there'll be better days (mmm, mmm)\n  Yeah\n  My intuition is telling me there'll be better days\n  I like this tone (ooh, ooh)\n  Yeah, my intuition is telling me there'll be better days\n  I sit in silence and find whenever I meditate\n  My fears alleviate, my tears evaporate (mmm)\n  My faith don't deviate, ideas don't have a date\n  But see, I'm growing and getting stronger with every breath (mmm)\n  Bringing me closer to Heaven's doors with every step (mmm)\n  As we speak, I'm at peace, no longer scared to die\n  Most niggas don't believe in God and so they terrified\n  It's either that or they be fearing they gon' go to Hell\n  Asking the Father for forgiveness got 'em overwhelmed\n  (\"Please, God, I want to go to Heaven\")\n  As if He's spiteful like them white folks that control the jail (mmm)\n  See, I believe if God is real, He'd never judge a man\n  Because He knows us all and therefore He would understand (mmm)\n  The ignorance that make a nigga take his brother life\n  The bitterness and pain that got him beating on his wife (mmm), like\n  I know you desperate for a change, let the pen glide\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from- (ooh)\n  In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from- (ooh, oh, woah)\n  Yeah, my\n  Chosen religion, Jesus piece frozen from sinnin'\n  Doin' dirt, hoping to God, He know my intentions (mmm)\n  To see a million 'fore I see a casket\n  I got a baby on the way, know he gon' be a bastard (mmm)\n  I'm living fast like I'm in a drag race, how that cash taste\n  When I was a senior, I was ballin' on my classmates (mmm)\n  Niggas put three bullets in my car, one hit the gas tank\n  Know I got a angel, 'cause I'm supposed to have a halo (mmm)\n  Right now, my lifestyle destined for a federal facility\n  For my ability to make them birds fly (mmm)\n  Fiends wan' get higher than a bird's eye view\n  And who am I to tell a nigga what to do? I just supply\n  It's economics, my business ain't got the suit and tie (oh, wait)\n  Keep a pistol at all times, niggas want what's mine (oh, wait)\n  I can't oblige, dawg, I work too hard\n  So reach for it, get referred to God, I'm going hard, nigga, huh (mmm)\n  I know you desperate for a change, let the pen glide\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from- (oh, hey)\n  In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n  But the only real change come from inside (come from the inside)\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from- (yeah)\n  Prodigal son, got a new gun, this one\n  Don't run out of ammo, lately been working on my handles\n  Can I ball, become a star, and remain myself? (Myself)\n  If I fall, dust it off and regain myself (myself)\n  Fuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt\n  I'm in awe, after all the fame I felt, I evolved (ooh)\n  I no longer bury demons\n  I be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely breathing, I'm singing (ooh)\n  Life is all about the evolution\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more, yeah, yeah (I, I, yeah)\n  You can dream but don't neglect the execution\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little (oh, no)\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more (oh, oh, no)\n  \"Time is short, \" that's what somebody told me (told me, oh)\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  Ayy, now I'm back for more\n  Too short to keep following your homies\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  I reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands (ooh)\n  All of a sudden, niggas poppin' trunk and then we scram (mmm)\n  Finger on trigger make a little nigga understand\n  What it's like to finally be the motherfuckin' man (ooh, yeah)\n  Eyes wide, that's from the power that the coward feels\n  Niggas die over bitches, disrespect, and dollar bills (ooh)\n  Bloodshed done turned the city to a battlefield (mmm)\n  I call it poison, you call it real, that's how you feel?\n  Pistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat\n  Scattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete\n  (Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go) body laid on the concrete\n  Look, somebody laid on the concrete\n  No time for that, ain't no lookin' back, 'cause I'm running too\n  I made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning news\n  Overcame with a feeling I can't explain\n  'Cause that was my nigga James that was slain, he was 22\n  (Last night at around 7:45) he was twenty-two\n  (22-year-old, black, male, suspect, reporting on the news)\n  We're gathered here today\n  To mourn the life of James McMillan Jr.\n  A tragedy, another tragedy in the black community\n  We got to do better, people\n  22 years old, this boy was too young\n  Our condolences are with his family, our prayers\n  We know he's in a better place\n  We know he's in a better place\n  But this has got to end, ladies and gentlemen\n  We've got to come together, this is-this is beyond words\n  Now I'd like to open this ceremony with a verse from-\n"},{"id":12402589,"name":"J. Cole - Change","trackName":"J. Cole - Change","artistName":"Otar","albumName":"Otar Videos","duration":333.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Boy, ooh\nMy intuition is telling me there'll be better days (mmm, mmm)\nYeah\nMy intuition is telling me there'll be better days\nI like this tone (ooh, ooh)\n\nYeah, my intuition is telling me there'll be better days\nI sit in silence and find whenever I meditate\nMy fears alleviate, my tears evaporate (mmm)\nMy faith don't deviate, ideas don't have a date\nBut see, I'm growing and getting stronger with every breath (mmm)\nBringing me closer to Heaven's doors with every step (mmm)\nAs we speak, I'm at peace, no longer scared to die\nMost niggas don't believe in God and so they terrified\n\nIt's either that or they be fearing they gon' go to Hell\nAsking the Father for forgiveness got 'em overwhelmed\n(\"Please, God, I want to go to Heaven\")\nAs if He's spiteful like them white folks that control the jail (mmm)\nSee, I believe if God is real, He'd never judge a man\nBecause He knows us all and therefore He would understand (mmm)\nThe ignorance that make a nigga take his brother life\nThe bitterness and pain that got him beating on his wife (mmm), like\n\nI know you desperate for a change, let the pen glide\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from- (ooh)\nIn cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from- (ooh, oh, woah)\n\nYeah, my\nChosen religion, Jesus piece frozen from sinnin'\nDoin' dirt, hoping to God, He know my intentions (mmm)\nTo see a million 'fore I see a casket\nI got a baby on the way, know he gon' be a bastard (mmm)\nI'm living fast like I'm in a drag race, how that cash taste\nWhen I was a senior, I was ballin' on my classmates (mmm)\nNiggas put three bullets in my car, one hit the gas tank\nKnow I got a angel, 'cause I'm supposed to have a halo (mmm)\n\nRight now, my lifestyle destined for a federal facility\nFor my ability to make them birds fly (mmm)\nFiends wan' get higher than a bird's eye view\nAnd who am I to tell a nigga what to do? I just supply\nIt's economics, my business ain't got the suit and tie (oh, wait)\nKeep a pistol at all times, niggas want what's mine (oh, wait)\nI can't oblige, dawg, I work too hard\nSo reach for it, get referred to God, I'm going hard, nigga, huh (mmm)\n\nI know you desperate for a change, let the pen glide\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from- (oh, hey)\nIn cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\nBut the only real change come from inside (come from the inside)\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from- (yeah)\n\nProdigal son, got a new gun, this one\nDon't run out of ammo, lately been working on my handles\nCan I ball, become a star, and remain myself? (Myself)\nIf I fall, dust it off and regain myself (myself)\nFuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt\nI'm in awe, after all the fame I felt, I evolved (ooh)\nI no longer bury demons\nI be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely breathing, I'm singing (ooh)\n\nLife is all about the evolution\nI give up, I give in, I move back a little\nI live up, I look up, now I'm back for more, yeah, yeah (I, I, yeah)\nYou can dream but don't neglect the execution\nI give up, I give in, I move back a little (oh, no)\nI live up, I look up, now I'm back for more (oh, oh, no)\n\n\"Time is short,\" that's what somebody told me (told me, oh)\nI give up, I give in, I move back a little\nI live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\nAyy, now I'm back for more\nToo short to keep following your homies\nI give up, I give in, I move back a little\nI live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n\nI reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands (ooh)\nAll of a sudden, niggas poppin' trunk and then we scram (mmm)\nFinger on trigger make a little nigga understand\nWhat it's like to finally be the motherfuckin' man (ooh, yeah)\nEyes wide, that's from the power that the coward feels\nNiggas die over bitches, disrespect, and dollar bills (ooh)\nBloodshed done turned the city to a battlefield (mmm)\nI call it poison, you call it real, that's how you feel?\n\nPistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat\nScattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete\n(Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go) body laid on the concrete\nLook, somebody laid on the concrete\nNo time for that, ain't no lookin' back, 'cause I'm running too\nI made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning news\nOvercame with a feeling I can't explain\n'Cause that was my nigga James that was slain, he was 22\n(Last night at around 7:45) he was twenty-two\n(22-year-old, black, male, suspect, reporting on the news)\n\nWe're gathered here today\nTo mourn the life of James McMillan Jr.\nA tragedy, another tragedy in the black community\nWe got to do better, people\n22 years old, this boy was too young\nOur condolences are with his family, our prayers\nWe know he's in a better place\nWe know he's in a better place\nBut this has got to end, ladies and gentlemen\nWe've got to come together, this is-this is beyond words\nNow I'd like to open this ceremony with a verse from-","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.76] Boy, ooh\n[00:02.68] My intuition is telling me there'll be better days (mmm, mmm)\n[00:09.46] Yeah\n[00:12.55] My intuition is telling me there'll be better days\n[00:16.13] I like this tone (ooh, ooh)\n[00:18.74] Yeah, my intuition is telling me there'll be better days\n[00:22.10] I sit in silence and find whenever I meditate\n[00:24.58] My fears alleviate, my tears evaporate (mmm)\n[00:27.14] My faith don't deviate, ideas don't have a date\n[00:29.79] But see, I'm growing and getting stronger with every breath (mmm)\n[00:32.14] Bringing me closer to Heaven's doors with every step (mmm)\n[00:34.48] As we speak, I'm at peace, no longer scared to die\n[00:37.21] Most niggas don't believe in God and so they terrified\n[00:39.66] It's either that or they be fearing they gon' go to Hell\n[00:41.95] Asking the Father for forgiveness got 'em overwhelmed\n[00:44.56] (\"Please, God, I want to go to Heaven\")\n[00:46.42] As if He's spiteful like them white folks that control the jail (mmm)\n[00:49.35] See, I believe if God is real, He'd never judge a man\n[00:51.83] Because He knows us all and therefore He would understand (mmm)\n[00:54.53] The ignorance that make a nigga take his brother life\n[00:56.94] The bitterness and pain that got him beating on his wife (mmm), like\n[00:59.91] I know you desperate for a change, let the pen glide\n[01:02.21] But the only real change come from inside\n[01:04.92] But the only real change come from inside\n[01:07.32] But the only real change come from- (ooh)\n[01:09.54] In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n[01:12.39] But the only real change come from inside\n[01:14.78] But the only real change come from inside\n[01:17.17] But the only real change come from- (ooh, oh, woah)\n[01:18.25] Yeah, my\n[01:19.00] Chosen religion, Jesus piece frozen from sinnin'\n[01:21.43] Doin' dirt, hoping to God, He know my intentions (mmm)\n[01:24.04] To see a million 'fore I see a casket\n[01:25.96] I got a baby on the way, know he gon' be a bastard (mmm)\n[01:28.60] I'm living fast like I'm in a drag race, how that cash taste\n[01:31.19] When I was a senior, I was ballin' on my classmates (mmm)\n[01:33.40] Niggas put three bullets in my car, one hit the gas tank\n[01:36.20] Know I got a angel, 'cause I'm supposed to have a halo (mmm)\n[01:38.37] Right now, my lifestyle destined for a federal facility\n[01:41.94] For my ability to make them birds fly (mmm)\n[01:43.79] Fiends wan' get higher than a bird's eye view\n[01:46.09] And who am I to tell a nigga what to do? I just supply\n[01:48.93] It's economics, my business ain't got the suit and tie (oh, wait)\n[01:51.31] Keep a pistol at all times, niggas want what's mine (oh, wait)\n[01:53.97] I can't oblige, dawg, I work too hard\n[01:55.99] So reach for it, get referred to God, I'm going hard, nigga, huh (mmm)\n[01:59.57] I know you desperate for a change, let the pen glide\n[02:01.99] But the only real change come from inside\n[02:04.54] But the only real change come from inside\n[02:06.81] But the only real change come from- (oh, hey)\n[02:09.21] In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n[02:11.99] But the only real change come from inside (come from the inside)\n[02:14.52] But the only real change come from inside\n[02:16.92] But the only real change come from- (yeah)\n[02:18.91] Prodigal son, got a new gun, this one\n[02:20.83] Don't run out of ammo, lately been working on my handles\n[02:23.26] Can I ball, become a star, and remain myself? (Myself)\n[02:25.50] If I fall, dust it off and regain myself (myself)\n[02:27.93] Fuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt\n[02:30.52] I'm in awe, after all the fame I felt, I evolved (ooh)\n[02:33.76] I no longer bury demons\n[02:35.22] I be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely breathing, I'm singing (ooh)\n[02:40.47] Life is all about the evolution\n[02:43.30] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[02:45.89] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more, yeah, yeah (I, I, yeah)\n[02:50.16] You can dream but don't neglect the execution\n[02:53.38] I give up, I give in, I move back a little (oh, no)\n[02:55.79] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more (oh, oh, no)\n[02:59.95] \"Time is short,\" that's what somebody told me (told me, oh)\n[03:03.14] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[03:05.65] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n[03:09.25] Ayy, now I'm back for more\n[03:10.44] Too short to keep following your homies\n[03:13.28] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[03:15.35] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n[03:17.71] I reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands (ooh)\n[03:20.37] All of a sudden, niggas poppin' trunk and then we scram (mmm)\n[03:22.72] Finger on trigger make a little nigga understand\n[03:25.02] What it's like to finally be the motherfuckin' man (ooh, yeah)\n[03:27.44] Eyes wide, that's from the power that the coward feels\n[03:30.16] Niggas die over bitches, disrespect, and dollar bills (ooh)\n[03:32.88] Bloodshed done turned the city to a battlefield (mmm)\n[03:35.29] I call it poison, you call it real, that's how you feel?\n[03:37.58] Pistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat\n[03:39.92] Scattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete\n[03:42.52] (Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go) body laid on the concrete\n[03:44.99] Look, somebody laid on the concrete\n[03:47.59] No time for that, ain't no lookin' back, 'cause I'm running too\n[03:49.90] I made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning news\n[03:52.31] Overcame with a feeling I can't explain\n[03:54.56] 'Cause that was my nigga James that was slain, he was 22\n[03:57.54] (Last night at around 7:45) he was twenty-two\n[04:01.06] (22-year-old, black, male, suspect, reporting on the news)\n[04:10.52] We're gathered here today\n[04:12.45] To mourn the life of James McMillan Jr.\n[04:17.76] A tragedy, another tragedy in the black community\n[04:20.88] We got to do better, people\n[04:22.47] 22 years old, this boy was too young\n[04:26.16] Our condolences are with his family, our prayers\n[04:28.47] We know he's in a better place\n[04:31.56] We know he's in a better place\n[04:33.82] But this has got to end, ladies and gentlemen\n[04:36.91] We've got to come together, this is-this is beyond words\n[04:46.75] Now I'd like to open this ceremony with a verse from-\n[04:50.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: J. 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I just supply\nIt's economics, my business ain't got the suit and tie (oh, wait)\nKeep a pistol at all times, niggas want what's mine (oh, wait)\nI can't oblige, dawg, I work too hard\nSo reach for it, get referred to God, I'm going hard, nigga, huh (mmm)\n\nI know you desperate for a change, let the pen glide\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from- (oh, hey)\nIn cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\nBut the only real change come from inside (come from the inside)\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from- (yeah)\n\nProdigal son, got a new gun, this one\nDon't run out of ammo, lately been working on my handles\nCan I ball, become a star, and remain myself? (Myself)\nIf I fall, dust it off and regain myself (myself)\nFuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt\nI'm in awe, after all the fame I felt, I evolved (ooh)\nI no longer bury demons\nI be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely breathing, I'm singing (ooh)\n\nLife is all about the evolution\nI give up, I give in, I move back a little\nI live up, I look up, now I'm back for more, yeah, yeah (I, I, yeah)\nYou can dream but don't neglect the execution\nI give up, I give in, I move back a little (oh, no)\nI live up, I look up, now I'm back for more (oh, oh, no)\n\n\"Time is short,\" that's what somebody told me (told me, oh)\nI give up, I give in, I move back a little\nI live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\nAyy, now I'm back for more\nToo short to keep following your homies\nI give up, I give in, I move back a little\nI live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n\nI reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands (ooh)\nAll of a sudden, niggas poppin' trunk and then we scram (mmm)\nFinger on trigger make a little nigga understand\nWhat it's like to finally be the motherfuckin' man (ooh, yeah)\nEyes wide, that's from the power that the coward feels\nNiggas die over bitches, disrespect, and dollar bills (ooh)\nBloodshed done turned the city to a battlefield (mmm)\nI call it poison, you call it real, that's how you feel?\n\nPistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat\nScattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete\n(Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go) body laid on the concrete\nLook, somebody laid on the concrete\nNo time for that, ain't no lookin' back, 'cause I'm running too\nI made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning news\nOvercame with a feeling I can't explain\n'Cause that was my nigga James that was slain, he was 22\n(Last night at around 7:45) he was twenty-two\n(22-year-old, black, male, suspect, reporting on the news)\n\nWe're gathered here today\nTo mourn the life of James McMillan Jr.\nA tragedy, another tragedy in the black community\nWe got to do better, people\n22 years old, this boy was too young\nOur condolences are with his family, our prayers\nWe know he's in a better place\nWe know he's in a better place\nBut this has got to end, ladies and gentlemen\nWe've got to come together, this is-this is beyond words\nNow I'd like to open this ceremony with a verse from-","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.76] Boy, ooh\n[00:02.68] My intuition is telling me there'll be better days (mmm, mmm)\n[00:09.46] Yeah\n[00:12.55] My intuition is telling me there'll be better days\n[00:16.13] I like this tone (ooh, ooh)\n[00:18.74] Yeah, my intuition is telling me there'll be better days\n[00:22.10] I sit in silence and find whenever I meditate\n[00:24.58] My fears alleviate, my tears evaporate (mmm)\n[00:27.14] My faith don't deviate, ideas don't have a date\n[00:29.79] But see, I'm growing and getting stronger with every breath (mmm)\n[00:32.14] Bringing me closer to Heaven's doors with every step (mmm)\n[00:34.48] As we speak, I'm at peace, no longer scared to die\n[00:37.21] Most niggas don't believe in God and so they terrified\n[00:39.66] It's either that or they be fearing they gon' go to Hell\n[00:41.95] Asking the Father for forgiveness got 'em overwhelmed\n[00:44.56] (\"Please, God, I want to go to Heaven\")\n[00:46.42] As if He's spiteful like them white folks that control the jail (mmm)\n[00:49.35] See, I believe if God is real, He'd never judge a man\n[00:51.83] Because He knows us all and therefore He would understand (mmm)\n[00:54.53] The ignorance that make a nigga take his brother life\n[00:56.94] The bitterness and pain that got him beating on his wife (mmm), like\n[00:59.91] I know you desperate for a change, let the pen glide\n[01:02.21] But the only real change come from inside\n[01:04.92] But the only real change come from inside\n[01:07.32] But the only real change come from- (ooh)\n[01:09.54] In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n[01:12.39] But the only real change come from inside\n[01:14.78] But the only real change come from inside\n[01:17.17] But the only real change come from- (ooh, oh, woah)\n[01:18.25] Yeah, my\n[01:19.00] Chosen religion, Jesus piece frozen from sinnin'\n[01:21.43] Doin' dirt, hoping to God, He know my intentions (mmm)\n[01:24.04] To see a million 'fore I see a casket\n[01:25.96] I got a baby on the way, know he gon' be a bastard (mmm)\n[01:28.60] I'm living fast like I'm in a drag race, how that cash taste\n[01:31.19] When I was a senior, I was ballin' on my classmates (mmm)\n[01:33.40] Niggas put three bullets in my car, one hit the gas tank\n[01:36.20] Know I got a angel, 'cause I'm supposed to have a halo (mmm)\n[01:38.37] Right now, my lifestyle destined for a federal facility\n[01:41.94] For my ability to make them birds fly (mmm)\n[01:43.79] Fiends wan' get higher than a bird's eye view\n[01:46.09] And who am I to tell a nigga what to do? I just supply\n[01:48.93] It's economics, my business ain't got the suit and tie (oh, wait)\n[01:51.31] Keep a pistol at all times, niggas want what's mine (oh, wait)\n[01:53.97] I can't oblige, dawg, I work too hard\n[01:55.99] So reach for it, get referred to God, I'm going hard, nigga, huh (mmm)\n[01:59.57] I know you desperate for a change, let the pen glide\n[02:01.99] But the only real change come from inside\n[02:04.54] But the only real change come from inside\n[02:06.81] But the only real change come from- (oh, hey)\n[02:09.21] In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n[02:11.99] But the only real change come from inside (come from the inside)\n[02:14.52] But the only real change come from inside\n[02:16.92] But the only real change come from- (yeah)\n[02:18.91] Prodigal son, got a new gun, this one\n[02:20.83] Don't run out of ammo, lately been working on my handles\n[02:23.26] Can I ball, become a star, and remain myself? (Myself)\n[02:25.50] If I fall, dust it off and regain myself (myself)\n[02:27.93] Fuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt\n[02:30.52] I'm in awe, after all the fame I felt, I evolved (ooh)\n[02:33.76] I no longer bury demons\n[02:35.22] I be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely breathing, I'm singing (ooh)\n[02:40.47] Life is all about the evolution\n[02:43.30] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[02:45.89] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more, yeah, yeah (I, I, yeah)\n[02:50.16] You can dream but don't neglect the execution\n[02:53.38] I give up, I give in, I move back a little (oh, no)\n[02:55.79] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more (oh, oh, no)\n[02:59.95] \"Time is short,\" that's what somebody told me (told me, oh)\n[03:03.14] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[03:05.65] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n[03:09.25] Ayy, now I'm back for more\n[03:10.44] Too short to keep following your homies\n[03:13.28] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[03:15.35] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n[03:17.71] I reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands (ooh)\n[03:20.37] All of a sudden, niggas poppin' trunk and then we scram (mmm)\n[03:22.72] Finger on trigger make a little nigga understand\n[03:25.02] What it's like to finally be the motherfuckin' man (ooh, yeah)\n[03:27.44] Eyes wide, that's from the power that the coward feels\n[03:30.16] Niggas die over bitches, disrespect, and dollar bills (ooh)\n[03:32.88] Bloodshed done turned the city to a battlefield (mmm)\n[03:35.29] I call it poison, you call it real, that's how you feel?\n[03:37.58] Pistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat\n[03:39.92] Scattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete\n[03:42.52] (Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go) body laid on the concrete\n[03:44.99] Look, somebody laid on the concrete\n[03:47.59] No time for that, ain't no lookin' back, 'cause I'm running too\n[03:49.90] I made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning news\n[03:52.31] Overcame with a feeling I can't explain\n[03:54.56] 'Cause that was my nigga James that was slain, he was 22\n[03:57.54] (Last night at around 7:45) he was twenty-two\n[04:01.06] (22-year-old, black, male, suspect, reporting on the news)\n[04:10.52] We're gathered here today\n[04:12.45] To mourn the life of James McMillan Jr.\n[04:17.76] A tragedy, another tragedy in the black community\n[04:20.88] We got to do better, people\n[04:22.47] 22 years old, this boy was too young\n[04:26.16] Our condolences are with his family, our prayers\n[04:28.47] We know he's in a better place\n[04:31.56] We know he's in a better place\n[04:33.82] But this has got to end, ladies and gentlemen\n[04:36.91] We've got to come together, this is-this is beyond words\n[04:46.75] Now I'd like to open this ceremony with a verse from-\n[04:50.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: J. 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make a little nigga understand\n  start_ms: 202720\n  end_ms: 205020\n- text: What it's like to finally be the motherfuckin' man (ooh, yeah)\n  start_ms: 205020\n  end_ms: 207440\n- text: Eyes wide, that's from the power that the coward feels\n  start_ms: 207440\n  end_ms: 210160\n- text: Niggas die over bitches, disrespect, and dollar bills (ooh)\n  start_ms: 210160\n  end_ms: 212880\n- text: Bloodshed done turned the city to a battlefield (mmm)\n  start_ms: 212880\n  end_ms: 215290\n- text: I call it poison, you call it real, that's how you feel?\n  start_ms: 215290\n  end_ms: 217580\n- text: Pistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat\n  start_ms: 217580\n  end_ms: 219920\n- text: Scattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete\n  start_ms: 219920\n  end_ms: 222520\n- text: (Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go) body laid on the concrete\n  start_ms: 222520\n  end_ms: 224990\n- text: Look, somebody laid on the concrete\n  start_ms: 224990\n  end_ms: 227590\n- text: No 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(Myself)\n[02:25.50] If I fall, dust it off and regain myself (myself)\n[02:27.93] Fuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt\n[02:30.52] I'm in awe, after all the fame I felt, I evolved (ooh)\n[02:33.76] I no longer bury demons\n[02:35.22] I be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely breathing, I'm singing (ooh)\n[02:40.47] Life is all about the evolution\n[02:43.30] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[02:45.89] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more, yeah, yeah (I, I, yeah)\n[02:50.16] You can dream but don't neglect the execution\n[02:53.38] I give up, I give in, I move back a little (oh, no)\n[02:55.79] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more (oh, oh, no)\n[02:59.95] \"Time is short,\" that's what somebody told me (told me, oh)\n[03:03.14] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[03:05.65] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n[03:09.25] Ayy, now I'm back for more\n[03:10.44] Too short to keep following your homies\n[03:13.28] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[03:15.35] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n[03:17.71] I reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands (ooh)\n[03:20.37] All of a sudden, niggas poppin' trunk and then we scram (mmm)\n[03:22.72] Finger on trigger make a little nigga understand\n[03:25.02] What it's like to finally be the motherfuckin' man (ooh, yeah)\n[03:27.44] Eyes wide, that's from the power that the coward feels\n[03:30.16] Niggas die over bitches, disrespect, and dollar bills (ooh)\n[03:32.88] Bloodshed done turned the city to a battlefield (mmm)\n[03:35.29] I call it poison, you call it real, that's how you feel?\n[03:37.58] Pistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat\n[03:39.92] Scattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete\n[03:42.52] (Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go) body laid on the concrete\n[03:44.99] Look, somebody laid on the concrete\n[03:47.59] No time for that, ain't no lookin' back, 'cause I'm running too\n[03:49.90] I made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning news\n[03:52.31] Overcame with a feeling I can't explain\n[03:54.56] 'Cause that was my nigga James that was slain, he was 22\n[03:57.54] (Last night at around 7:45) he was twenty-two\n[04:01.06] (22-year-old, black, male, suspect, reporting on the news)\n[04:10.52] We're gathered here today\n[04:12.45] To mourn the life of James McMillan Jr.\n[04:17.76] A tragedy, another tragedy in the black community\n[04:20.88] We got to do better, people\n[04:22.47] 22 years old, this boy was too young\n[04:26.16] Our condolences are with his family, our prayers\n[04:28.47] We know he's in a better place\n[04:31.56] We know he's in a better place\n[04:33.82] But this has got to end, ladies and gentlemen\n[04:36.91] We've got to come together, this is-this is beyond words\n[04:46.75] Now I'd like to open this ceremony with a verse from-\n[04:50.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: J. 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end_ms: 175790\n- text: I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more (oh, oh, no)\n  start_ms: 175790\n  end_ms: 179950\n- text: '\"Time is short,\" that''s what somebody told me (told me, oh)'\n  start_ms: 179950\n  end_ms: 183140\n- text: I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  start_ms: 183140\n  end_ms: 185650\n- text: I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  start_ms: 185650\n  end_ms: 189250\n- text: Ayy, now I'm back for more\n  start_ms: 189250\n  end_ms: 190440\n- text: Too short to keep following your homies\n  start_ms: 190440\n  end_ms: 193280\n- text: I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  start_ms: 193280\n  end_ms: 195350\n- text: I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  start_ms: 195350\n  end_ms: 197710\n- text: I reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands (ooh)\n  start_ms: 197710\n  end_ms: 200370\n- text: All of a sudden, niggas poppin' trunk and then we scram (mmm)\n  start_ms: 200370\n  end_ms: 202720\n- text: Finger on trigger 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inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from- (ooh, oh, woah)\n\n  Yeah, my\n  Chosen religion, Jesus piece frozen from sinnin'\n  Doin' dirt, hoping to God, He know my intentions (mmm)\n  To see a million 'fore I see a casket\n  I got a baby on the way, know he gon' be a bastard (mmm)\n  I'm living fast like I'm in a drag race, how that cash taste\n  When I was a senior, I was ballin' on my classmates (mmm)\n  Niggas put three bullets in my car, one hit the gas tank\n  Know I got a angel, 'cause I'm supposed to have a halo (mmm)\n\n  Right now, my lifestyle destined for a federal facility\n  For my ability to make them birds fly (mmm)\n  Fiends wan' get higher than a bird's eye view\n  And who am I to tell a nigga what to do? I just supply\n  It's economics, my business ain't got the suit and tie (oh, wait)\n  Keep a pistol at all times, niggas want what's mine (oh, wait)\n  I can't oblige, dawg, I work too hard\n  So reach for it, get referred to God, I'm going hard, nigga, huh (mmm)\n\n  I know you desperate for a change, let the pen glide\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from- (oh, hey)\n  In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n  But the only real change come from inside (come from the inside)\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from- (yeah)\n\n  Prodigal son, got a new gun, this one\n  Don't run out of ammo, lately been working on my handles\n  Can I ball, become a star, and remain myself? (Myself)\n  If I fall, dust it off and regain myself (myself)\n  Fuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt\n  I'm in awe, after all the fame I felt, I evolved (ooh)\n  I no longer bury demons\n  I be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely breathing, I'm singing (ooh)\n\n  Life is all about the evolution\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more, yeah, yeah (I, I, yeah)\n  You can dream but don't neglect the execution\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little (oh, no)\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more (oh, oh, no)\n\n  \"Time is short,\" that's what somebody told me (told me, oh)\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  Ayy, now I'm back for more\n  Too short to keep following your homies\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n\n  I reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands (ooh)\n  All of a sudden, niggas poppin' trunk and then we scram (mmm)\n  Finger on trigger make a little nigga understand\n  What it's like to finally be the motherfuckin' man (ooh, yeah)\n  Eyes wide, that's from the power that the coward feels\n  Niggas die over bitches, disrespect, and dollar bills (ooh)\n  Bloodshed done turned the city to a battlefield (mmm)\n  I call it poison, you call it real, that's how you feel?\n\n  Pistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat\n  Scattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete\n  (Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go) body laid on the concrete\n  Look, somebody laid on the concrete\n  No time for that, ain't no lookin' back, 'cause I'm running too\n  I made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning news\n  Overcame with a feeling I can't explain\n  'Cause that was my nigga James that was slain, he was 22\n  (Last night at around 7:45) he was twenty-two\n  (22-year-old, black, male, suspect, reporting on the news)\n\n  We're gathered here today\n  To mourn the life of James McMillan Jr.\n  A tragedy, another tragedy in the black community\n  We got to do better, people\n  22 years old, this boy was too young\n  Our condolences are with his family, our prayers\n  We know he's in a better place\n  We know he's in a better place\n  But this has got to end, ladies and gentlemen\n  We've got to come together, this is-this is beyond words\n  Now I'd like to open this ceremony with a verse from-\n"},{"id":5995632,"name":"Change","trackName":"Change","artistName":"J. Cole","albumName":"4 Your Eyez Only","duration":264.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My intuition is telling me there'll be better days\nYeah\nMy intuition is telling me there'll be better days\nI like this tone\n\nYeah, my intuition is telling me there'll be better days\nI sit in silence and find whenever I meditate\nMy fears alleviate, my tears evaporate\nMy faith don't deviate, ideas don't have a date\n\nBut see I'm growing and getting stronger with every breath\nBringing me closer to heaven's doors with every step\nAs we speak I'm at peace, no longer scared to die\nMost niggas don't believe in God and so they terrified\nIt's either that or they be fearing they gon' go to Hell\nAsking the Father for forgiveness, got 'em overwhelmed\n\n(Please God, I want to go to Heaven)\nAs if He's spiteful like them white folks that control the jail\nSee I believe if God is real He'll never judge a man\nBecause He knows us all and therefore He would understand\nThe ignorance that make a nigga take his brother's life\nThe bitterness and pain that got him beating on his wife\n\nI know you desperate for a change let the pen glide\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from-\nIn cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from-\n\nYeah, my chosen religion\nJesus piece frozen from sinnin'\nDoin' dirt hoping to God He know my intentions\nTo see a million 'fore I see a casket\nI got a baby on the way know he gon' be a bastard\n\nI'm living fast like I'm in a drag race, how that cash taste\nWhen I was a senior I was ballin' on my classmates\nNiggas put three bullets in my car one hit the gas tank\nKnow I got a angel 'cause I'm supposed to have a halo right now\n\nMy lifestyle destined for a federal facility for my ability to make them birds fly\nFiends wanna get higher than a bird's eye view\nAnd who am I tell a nigga what to do?\nI just supply, it's economics, my business ain't got the suit and tie\nKeep a pistol at all times, niggas want what's mine\nI can't oblige dog, I work too hard\nSo reach for it, get referred to God, I'm going hard nigga\n\nI know you desperate for a change at the pen glide\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from-\nIn cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from-\n\nYeah, prodigal son\nGot a new gun, this one don't run out of ammo\nLately been working on my handles\nCan I ball, become a star, and remain my self?\nIf I fall, dust it off and regain my self\n\nFuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt\nI'm in awe, after all the fame I felt I evolved\nI no longer bury demons\nI be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely breathing, I'm singing\n\nLife is all about the evolution\nI give up, I give in, I move back a little\nI live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\nYou can dream but don't neglect the execution\nI give up, I give in, I move back a little\nI live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n\nTime is short that's what somebody told me\nI give up, I give in, I move back a little\nI live up, I look up, now I'm back for more (Now I'm back for more)\nToo short to keep following your homies\nI give up, I give in, I move back a little\nI live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n\nI reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands\nAll of a sudden niggas pop a trunk and then we scram\nFinger on trigger make a little nigga understand\nWhat it's like to finally be the motherfuckin' man\nEyes wide that's from the power that the coward feels\nNiggas die over bitches disrespecting dollar bills\nBloodshed that turned the city to a battlefield\nI call it poison, you call it real (Pop, pop, pop, pop)\nThat's how you feel?\n\nPistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat\nScattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete\nBody laid on the concrete\nLook, somebody laid on the concrete\nNo time for that, ain't no looking back\n'Cause I'm running too\nI made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning news\n\nOvercame with a feeling I can't explain\n'Cause that was my nigga James that was slain, he was 22\n(Last night at around...)\nHe was 22\n(22 year old black male, suspect, reporting live...)\n\n(I swear to God, bruh)\nWe're gathered here today to mourn the life of James McMillan Jr\nA tragedy, another tragedy in the black community\nWe got to do better, people\n22 years old, this boy was too young\n\nOur condolences go to his family, our prayers\nWe know he's in a better place, we know he's in a better place\nBut this has got to end, ladies and gentleman\nWe've got to come together, this is...\nThis is beyond words\nNow I'd like to open this ceremony with a verse from...","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.57] My intuition is telling me there'll be better days\n[00:07.36] Yeah\n[00:10.36] My intuition is telling me there'll be better days\n[00:17.21] I like this tone\n[00:19.64] Yeah, my intuition is telling me there'll be better days\n[00:23.12] I sit in silence and find whenever I meditate\n[00:25.87] My fears alleviate, my tears evaporate\n[00:27.81] My faith don't deviate, ideas don't have a date\n[00:30.75] But see I'm growing and getting stronger with every breath\n[00:33.38] Bringing me closer to heaven's doors with every step\n[00:35.83] As we speak I'm at peace, no longer scared to die\n[00:38.20] Most niggas don't believe in God and so they terrified\n[00:40.66] It's either that or they be fearing they gon' go to Hell\n[00:43.16] Asking the Father for forgiveness, got 'em overwhelmed\n[00:46.31] (Please God, I want to go to Heaven)\n[00:47.98] As if He's spiteful like them white folks that control the jail\n[00:50.57] See I believe if God is real He'll never judge a man\n[00:52.89] Because He knows us all and therefore He would understand\n[00:55.51] The ignorance that make a nigga take his brother's life\n[00:57.80] The bitterness and pain that got him beating on his wife\n[01:00.62] I know you desperate for a change let the pen glide\n[01:03.49] But the only real change come from inside\n[01:05.66] But the only real change come from inside\n[01:08.22] But the only real change come from-\n[01:11.53] In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n[01:13.55] But the only real change come from inside\n[01:14.00] But the only real change come from inside\n[01:14.51] But the only real change come from-\n[01:15.05] Yeah, my chosen religion\n[01:15.50] Jesus piece frozen from sinnin'\n[01:15.94] Doin' dirt hoping to God He know my intentions\n[01:16.42] To see a million 'fore I see a casket\n[01:16.97] I got a baby on the way know he gon' be a bastard\n[01:17.42] I'm living fast like I'm in a drag race, how that cash taste\n[01:17.94] When I was a senior I was ballin' on my classmates\n[01:18.42] Niggas put three bullets in my car one hit the gas tank\n[01:18.93] Know I got a angel 'cause I'm supposed to have a halo right now\n[01:19.31] My lifestyle destined for a federal facility for my ability to make them birds fly\n[01:19.84] Fiends wanna get higher than a bird's eye view\n[01:20.38] And who am I tell a nigga what to do?\n[01:20.90] I just supply, it's economics, my business ain't got the suit and tie\n[01:21.48] Keep a pistol at all times, niggas want what's mine\n[01:22.38] I can't oblige dog, I work too hard\n[01:23.05] So reach for it, get referred to God, I'm going hard nigga\n[01:23.54] I know you desperate for a change at the pen glide\n[01:24.19] But the only real change come from inside\n[01:24.74] But the only real change come from inside\n[01:25.21] But the only real change come from-\n[01:25.79] In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n[01:26.35] But the only real change come from inside\n[01:26.92] But the only real change come from inside\n[01:27.52] But the only real change come from-\n[01:28.04] Yeah, prodigal son\n[01:31.28] Got a new gun, this one don't run out of ammo\n[01:31.74] Lately been working on my handles\n[01:32.28] Can I ball, become a star, and remain my self?\n[01:32.74] If I fall, dust it off and regain my self\n[01:33.24] Fuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt\n[01:33.79] I'm in awe, after all the fame I felt I evolved\n[01:34.29] I no longer bury demons\n[01:34.75] I be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely breathing, I'm singing\n[01:35.34] Life is all about the evolution\n[01:35.91] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[01:36.53] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n[01:37.26] You can dream but don't neglect the execution\n[01:39.45] \n[01:45.05] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[01:47.35] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n[01:51.90] Time is short that's what somebody told me\n[02:05.26] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[02:07.00] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more (Now I'm back for more)\n[02:11.89] Too short to keep following your homies\n[02:15.77] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[02:17.58] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n[02:19.57] I reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands\n[02:22.02] All of a sudden niggas pop a trunk and then we scram\n[02:24.52] Finger on trigger make a little nigga understand\n[02:26.97] What it's like to finally be the motherfuckin' man\n[02:29.46] Eyes wide that's from the power that the coward feels\n[02:31.94] Niggas die over bitches disrespecting dollar bills\n[02:34.26] Bloodshed that turned the city to a battlefield\n[02:36.62] I call it poison, you call it real (Pop, pop, pop, pop)\n[02:42.86] That's how you feel?\n[02:44.08] Pistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat\n[02:45.46] Scattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete\n[02:46.65] Body laid on the concrete\n[02:48.13] Look, somebody laid on the concrete\n[02:49.44] No time for that, ain't no looking back\n[02:51.60] 'Cause I'm running too\n[02:52.88] I made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning news\n[02:54.14] Overcame with a feeling I can't explain\n[02:56.29] 'Cause that was my nigga James that was slain, he was 22\n[02:59.33] (Last night at around...)\n[03:00.78] He was 22\n[03:02.71] (22 year old black male, suspect, reporting live...)\n[03:06.26] (I swear to God, bruh)\n[03:13.45] We're gathered here today to mourn the life of James McMillan Jr\n[03:16.66] A tragedy, another tragedy in the black community\n[03:22.22] We got to do better, people\n[03:24.55] 22 years old, this boy was too young\n[03:27.93] Our condolences go to his family, our prayers\n[03:30.12] We know he's in a better place, we know he's in a better place\n[03:33.24] But this has got to end, ladies and gentleman\n[03:37.90] We've got to come together, this is...\n[03:41.20] This is beyond 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cry\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from-\n\n  Yeah, my chosen religion\n  Jesus piece frozen from sinnin'\n  Doin' dirt hoping to God He know my intentions\n  To see a million 'fore I see a casket\n  I got a baby on the way know he gon' be a bastard\n\n  I'm living fast like I'm in a drag race, how that cash taste\n  When I was a senior I was ballin' on my classmates\n  Niggas put three bullets in my car one hit the gas tank\n  Know I got a angel 'cause I'm supposed to have a halo right now\n\n  My lifestyle destined for a federal facility for my ability to make them birds fly\n  Fiends wanna get higher than a bird's eye view\n  And who am I tell a nigga what to do?\n  I just supply, it's economics, my business ain't got the suit and tie\n  Keep a pistol at all times, niggas want what's mine\n  I can't oblige dog, I work too hard\n  So reach for it, get referred to God, I'm going hard nigga\n\n  I know you desperate for a change at the pen glide\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from-\n  In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from-\n\n  Yeah, prodigal son\n  Got a new gun, this one don't run out of ammo\n  Lately been working on my handles\n  Can I ball, become a star, and remain my self?\n  If I fall, dust it off and regain my self\n\n  Fuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt\n  I'm in awe, after all the fame I felt I evolved\n  I no longer bury demons\n  I be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely breathing, I'm singing\n\n  Life is all about the evolution\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  You can dream but don't neglect the execution\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, 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inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from\n  In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from\n  Yeah, my chosen religion: Jesus piece frozen from sinnin'\n  Doin' dirt hoping to God He know my intentions\n  To see a million 'fore I see a casket\n  I got a baby on the way know he gon' be a bastard\n  I'm living fast like I'm in a drag race, how that cash taste\n  When I was a senior I was ballin' on my classmates\n  Niggas put three bullets in my car one hit the gas tank\n  Know I got a angel cause I'm supposed to have a halo\n  Right now, my lifestyle destined for a federal facility\n  For my ability to make them birds fly\n  Fiends wanna get higher than a bird's eye view\n  And who am I tell a nigga what to do?\n  I just apply this economics\n  My business ain't got the suit and tie\n  Keep a pistol at all times, niggas want what's mine\n  I can't oblige dog, I work too hard\n  So reach for it, get referred to God, I'm going hard nigga\n  I know you desperate for a change at the pen glide\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from\n  In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from\n  Yeah, prodigal son\n  Got a new gun, this one\n  Don't run out of ammo lately been working on my handles\n  Can I ball, become a star, and remain my self\n  If I fall, dust it off and regain my self\n  Fuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt\n  I'm in awe, after all the fame I felt I evolve\n  I no longer bury demons\n  I be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely breathing, I'm singing\n  Life is all about the evolution\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  You can dream but don't neglect the execution\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  Time is short that's what somebody told me\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  Too short to keep following your homies\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  I reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands\n  All of a sudden niggas pop a trunk and then we scram\n  Finger on trigger make a little nigga understand\n  What it's like to finally be the motherfuckin' man\n  Eyes wide that's from the power that the coward feels\n  Niggas die over bitches disrespecting dollar bills\n  Bloodshed that turned the city to a battlefield\n  I call it poison, you call it real (pop, pop, pop, pop)\n  That's how you feel?\n  Pistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat\n  Scattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete\n  Body laid on the concrete\n  Look, somebody laid on the concrete\n  No time for that, ain't no lookin' back, cause I'm running too\n  I made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning news\n  Overcame with a feeling I can't explain\n  'Cause that was my nigga James that was slain, he was 22\n  (Last night at around) He was 22\n  (22 year old black male, suspect, poor)\n  (I swear to God bruh)\n  We're gathered here today\n  (I swear to God)\n  To mourn the life of James McMillan Jr\n  (I swear to God, nigga, I'mma kill them niggas man)\n  A tragedy, another tragedy in the black community\n  (I promise you bro)\n  We got to do better, people\n  22 years old, this boy was too young\n  (I promise you bro, I'mma kill them niggas bro)\n  Our condolences go to his family, our prayers\n  (I'mma kill them niggas myself)\n  We know he's in a better place\n  But this has got to end, ladies and gentleman\n  We've got to come together, this is, this is, beyond words\n  Now I'd like 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want to go to Heaven)\n  As if he's spiteful like them white folks that control the jail\n  See I believe if God is real, he'll never judge a man\n  Because he knows us all and therefore he would understand\n  The ignorance that make a nigga take his brother's life\n  The bitterness and pain that got him beating on his wife\n  I know you desperate for a change at the pen glide\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from\n  In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from\n  Yeah, my chosen religion: Jesus piece frozen from sinnin'\n  Doin' dirt hoping to God He know my intentions\n  To see a million 'fore I see a casket\n  I got a baby on the way know he gon' be a bastard\n  I'm living fast like I'm in a drag race, how that cash taste\n  When I was a senior I was ballin' on my classmates\n  Niggas put three bullets in my car one hit the gas tank\n  Know I got a angel cause I'm supposed to have a halo\n  Right now, my lifestyle destined for a federal facility\n  For my ability to make them birds fly\n  Fiends wanna get higher than a bird's eye view\n  And who am I tell a nigga what to do?\n  I just apply this economics\n  My business ain't got the suit and tie\n  Keep a pistol at all times, niggas want what's mine\n  I can't oblige dog, I work too hard\n  So reach for it, get referred to God, I'm going hard nigga\n  I know you desperate for a change at the pen glide\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from\n  In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from\n  Yeah, prodigal son\n  Got a new gun, this one\n  Don't run out of ammo lately been working on my handles\n  Can I ball, become a star, and remain my self\n  If I fall, dust it off and regain my self\n  Fuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt\n  I'm in awe, after all the fame I felt I evolve\n  I no longer bury demons\n  I be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely breathing, I'm singing\n  Life is all about the evolution\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  You can dream but don't neglect the execution\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  Time is short that's what somebody told me\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  Too short to keep following your homies\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  I reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands\n  All of a sudden niggas pop a trunk and then we scram\n  Finger on trigger make a little nigga understand\n  What it's like to finally be the motherfuckin' man\n  Eyes wide that's from the power that the coward feels\n  Niggas die over bitches disrespecting dollar bills\n  Bloodshed that turned the city to a battlefield\n  I call it poison, you call it real (pop, pop, pop, pop)\n  That's how you feel?\n  Pistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat\n  Scattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete\n  Body laid on the concrete\n  Look, somebody laid on the concrete\n  No time for that, ain't no lookin' back, cause I'm running too\n  I made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning news\n  Overcame with a feeling I can't explain\n  'Cause that was my nigga James that was slain, he was 22\n  (Last night at around) He was 22\n  (22 year old black male, suspect, poor)\n  (I swear to God bruh)\n  We're gathered here today\n  (I swear to God)\n  To mourn the life of James McMillan Jr\n  (I swear to God, nigga, I'mma kill them niggas man)\n  A tragedy, another tragedy in the black community\n  (I promise you bro)\n  We got to do better, people\n  22 years old, this boy was too young\n  (I promise you bro, I'mma kill them niggas bro)\n  Our condolences go to his family, our prayers\n  (I'mma kill them niggas myself)\n  We know he's in a better place\n  But this has got to end, ladies and gentleman\n  We've got to come together, this is, this is, beyond words\n  Now I'd like to open this ceremony with a verse from\n"},{"id":31044631,"name":"Change","trackName":"Change","artistName":"J. 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believe if God is real, he'll never judge a man\n[00:51.85] Because he knows us all and therefore he would understand\n[00:54.17] The ignorance that make a nigga take his brother's life\n[00:56.67] The bitterness and pain that got him beating on his wife\n[00:59.19] I know you desperate for a change at the pen glide\n[01:02.40] But the only real change come from inside\n[01:04.94] But the only real change come from inside\n[01:07.35] But the only real change come from\n[01:09.30] In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n[01:12.18] But the only real change come from inside\n[01:14.62] But the only real change come from inside\n[01:17.20] But the only real change come from\n[01:18.93] Yeah, my chosen religion: Jesus piece frozen from sinnin'\n[01:21.42] Doin' dirt hoping to God He know my intentions\n[01:23.85] To see a million 'fore I see a casket\n[01:25.79] I got a baby on the way know he gon' be a bastard\n[01:28.34] I'm living fast like I'm in a drag race, how that cash taste\n[01:31.23] When I was a senior I was ballin' on my classmates\n[01:33.69] Niggas put three bullets in my car one hit the gas tank\n[01:36.18] Know I got a angel cause I'm supposed to have a halo\n[01:38.42] Right now, my lifestyle destined for a federal facility\n[01:41.63] For my ability to make them birds fly\n[01:43.68] Fiends wanna get higher than a bird's eye view\n[01:45.72] And who am I tell a nigga what to do?\n[01:47.63] I just apply this economics\n[01:49.46] My business ain't got the suit and tie\n[01:51.06] Keep a pistol at all times, niggas want what's mine\n[01:53.57] I can't oblige dog, I work too hard\n[01:55.59] So reach for it, get referred to God, I'm going hard nigga\n[01:58.57] I know you desperate for a change at the pen glide\n[02:01.73] But the only real change come from inside\n[02:03.89] But the only real change come from inside\n[02:06.59] But the only real change come from\n[02:08.78] In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n[02:11.56] But the only real change come from inside\n[02:14.12] But the only real change come from inside\n[02:16.64] But the only real change come from\n[02:18.52] Yeah, prodigal son\n[02:19.31] Got a new gun, this one\n[02:20.81] Don't run out of ammo lately been working on my handles\n[02:22.89] Can I ball, become a star, and remain my self\n[02:25.30] If I fall, dust it off and regain my self\n[02:27.83] Fuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt\n[02:30.31] I'm in awe, after all the fame I felt I evolve\n[02:33.53] I no longer bury demons\n[02:35.18] I be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely breathing, I'm singing\n[02:39.87] Life is all about the evolution\n[02:43.38] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[02:45.68] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n[02:49.04] You can dream but don't neglect the execution\n[02:52.68] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[02:55.55] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n[02:59.89] Time is short that's what somebody told me\n[03:03.28] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[03:05.43] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n[03:09.63] Too short to keep following your homies\n[03:12.83] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[03:15.65] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n[03:17.78] I reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands\n[03:20.24] All of a sudden niggas pop a trunk and then we scram\n[03:22.76] Finger on trigger make a little nigga understand\n[03:25.13] What it's like to finally be the motherfuckin' man\n[03:27.69] Eyes wide that's from the power that the coward feels\n[03:30.05] Niggas die over bitches disrespecting dollar bills\n[03:32.60] Bloodshed that turned the city to a battlefield\n[03:35.00] I call it poison, you call it real (pop, pop, pop, pop)\n[03:36.82] That's how you feel?\n[03:37.61] Pistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat\n[03:39.97] Scattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete\n[03:42.51] Body laid on the concrete\n[03:45.15] 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place\n[04:33.69] But this has got to end, ladies and gentleman\n[04:35.72] We've got to come together, this is, this is, beyond words\n[04:45.40] Now I'd like to open this ceremony with a verse from","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Change\n  artist: J. 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this tone\n  Yeah, my intuition is telling me they'll be better days\n  I sit in silence and and find whenever I meditate\n  My fears alleviate, my tears evaporate\n  My faith don't deviate, ideas don't have a date\n  But see I'm growing and getting stronger with every breath\n  Bringing me closer to heaven's doors with every step\n  As we speak I'm in peace, no longer scared to die\n  Most niggas don't believe in God and so they terrified\n  It's either that or they be fearing they gon' go to Hell\n  Asking the father for forgiveness, God, I'm overwhelmed (please God, I want to go to Heaven)\n  As if he's spiteful like them white folks that control the jail\n  See I believe if God is real, he'll never judge a man\n  Because he knows us all and therefore he would understand\n  The ignorance that make a nigga take his brother's life\n  The bitterness and pain that got him beating on his wife\n  I know you desperate for a change at the pen glide\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from\n  In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from\n  Yeah, my chosen religion: Jesus piece frozen from sinnin'\n  Doin' dirt hoping to God He know my intentions\n  To see a million 'fore I see a casket\n  I got a baby on the way know he gon' be a bastard\n  I'm living fast like I'm in a drag race, how that cash taste\n  When I was a senior I was ballin' on my classmates\n  Niggas put three bullets in my car one hit the gas tank\n  Know I got a angel cause I'm supposed to have a halo\n  Right now, my lifestyle destined for a federal facility\n  For my ability to make them birds fly\n  Fiends wanna get higher than a bird's eye view\n  And who am I tell a nigga what to do?\n  I just apply this economics\n  My business ain't got the suit and tie\n  Keep a pistol at all times, niggas want what's mine\n  I can't oblige dog, I work too hard\n  So reach for it, get referred to God, I'm going hard nigga\n  I know you desperate for a change at the pen glide\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from\n  In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from\n  Yeah, prodigal son\n  Got a new gun, this one\n  Don't run out of ammo lately been working on my handles\n  Can I ball, become a star, and remain my self\n  If I fall, dust it off and regain my self\n  Fuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt\n  I'm in awe, after all the fame I felt I evolve\n  I no longer bury demons\n  I be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely breathing, I'm singing\n  Life is all about the evolution\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  You can dream but don't neglect the execution\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  Time is short that's what somebody told me\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  Too short to keep following your homies\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  I reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands\n  All of a sudden niggas pop a trunk and then we scram\n  Finger on trigger make a little nigga understand\n  What it's like to finally be the motherfuckin' man\n  Eyes wide that's from the power that the coward feels\n  Niggas die over bitches disrespecting dollar bills\n  Bloodshed that turned the city to a battlefield\n  I call it poison, you call it real (pop, pop, pop, pop)\n  That's how you feel?\n  Pistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat\n  Scattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete\n  Body laid on the concrete\n  Look, somebody laid on the concrete\n  No time for that, ain't no lookin' back, cause I'm running too\n  I made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning news\n  Overcame with a feeling I can't explain\n  'Cause that was my nigga James that was slain, he was 22\n  (Last night at around) He was 22\n  (22 year old black male, suspect, poor)\n  (I swear to God bruh)\n  We're gathered here today\n  (I swear to God)\n  To mourn the life of James McMillan Jr\n  (I swear to God, nigga, I'mma kill them niggas man)\n  A tragedy, another tragedy in the black community\n  (I promise you bro)\n  We got to do better, people\n  22 years old, this boy was too young\n  (I promise you bro, I'mma kill them niggas bro)\n  Our condolences go to his family, our prayers\n  (I'mma kill them niggas myself)\n  We know he's in a better place\n  But this has got to end, ladies and gentleman\n  We've got to come together, this is, this is, beyond words\n  Now I'd like 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ignorance that make a nigga take his brother's life\nThe bitterness and pain that got him beating on his wife\n\nI know you desperate for a change let the pen glide\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from-\nIn cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from-\n\nYeah, my chosen religion\nJesus piece frozen from sinnin'\nDoin' dirt hoping to God He know my intentions\nTo see a million 'fore I see a casket\nI got a baby on the way know he gon' be a bastard\n\nI'm living fast like I'm in a drag race, how that cash taste\nWhen I was a senior I was ballin' on my classmates\nNiggas put three bullets in my car one hit the gas tank\nKnow I got a angel 'cause I'm supposed to have a halo right now\n\nMy lifestyle destined for a federal facility for my ability to make them birds fly\nFiends wanna get higher than a bird's eye view\nAnd who am I tell a nigga what to do?\nI just supply, it's economics, my business ain't got the suit and tie\nKeep a pistol at all times, niggas want what's mine\nI can't oblige dog, I work too hard\nSo reach for it, get referred to God, I'm going hard nigga\n\nI know you desperate for a change at the pen glide\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from-\nIn cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from-\n\nYeah, prodigal son\nGot a new gun, this one don't run out of ammo\nLately been working on my handles\nCan I ball, become a star, and remain my self?\nIf I fall, dust it off and regain my self\n\nFuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt\nI'm in awe, after all the fame I felt I evolved\nI no longer bury demons\nI be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely 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pop)\nThat's how you feel?\n\nPistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat\nScattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete\nBody laid on the concrete\nLook, somebody laid on the concrete\nNo time for that, ain't no looking back\n'Cause I'm running too\nI made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning news\n\nOvercame with a feeling I can't explain\n'Cause that was my nigga James that was slain, he was 22\n(Last night at around...)\nHe was 22\n(22 year old black male, suspect, reporting live...)\n\n(I swear to God, bruh)\nWe're gathered here today to mourn the life of James McMillan Jr\nA tragedy, another tragedy in the black community\nWe got to do better, people\n22 years old, this boy was too young\n\nOur condolences go to his family, our prayers\nWe know he's in a better place, we know he's in a better place\nBut this has got to end, ladies and gentleman\nWe've got to come together, this is...\nThis is beyond words\nNow I'd like to open this ceremony with a verse from...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.42] My intuition is telling me there'll be better days\n[00:06.82] \n[00:09.57] Yeah\n[00:12.39] My intuition is telling me there'll be better days\n[00:16.11] I like this tone\n[00:18.81] Yeah, my intuition is telling me there'll be better days\n[00:22.42] I sit in silence and find whenever I meditate\n[00:24.72] My fears alleviate, my tears evaporate\n[00:27.10] My faith don't deviate, ideas don't have a date\n[00:29.69] But see I'm growing and getting stronger with every breath\n[00:32.16] Bringing me closer to heaven's doors with every step\n[00:34.66] As we speak I'm at peace, no longer scared to die\n[00:37.04] Most niggas don't believe in God and so they terrified\n[00:39.52] It's either that or they be fearing they gon' go to Hell\n[00:42.07] Asking the Father for forgiveness, got 'em overwhelmed\n[00:45.21] (Please God, I want to go to Heaven)\n[00:46.42] As if He's spiteful like them white folks that control the jail\n[00:49.54] See I believe if God is real He'll never judge a man\n[00:51.94] Because He knows us all and therefore He would understand\n[00:54.41] The ignorance that make a nigga take his brother's life\n[00:56.95] The bitterness and pain that got him beating on his wife\n[00:59.98] I know you desperate for a change let the pen glide\n[01:02.53] But the only real change come from inside\n[01:05.16] But the only real change come from inside\n[01:07.75] But the only real change come from-\n[01:09.89] In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n[01:12.62] But the only real change come from inside\n[01:15.07] But the only real change come from inside\n[01:17.78] But the only real change come from-\n[01:18.35] Yeah, my chosen religion\n[01:20.27] Jesus piece frozen from sinnin'\n[01:21.60] Doin' dirt hoping to God He know my intentions\n[01:24.07] To see a million 'fore I see a casket\n[01:26.23] I got a baby on the way know he gon' be a bastard\n[01:28.40] I'm living fast like I'm in a drag race, how that cash taste\n[01:31.57] When I was a senior I was ballin' on my classmates\n[01:33.95] Niggas put three bullets in my car one hit the gas tank\n[01:36.42] Know I got a angel 'cause I'm supposed to have a halo right now\n[01:39.20] My lifestyle destined for a federal facility for my ability to make them birds fly\n[01:43.95] Fiends wanna get higher than a bird's eye view\n[01:46.01] And who am I tell a nigga what to do?\n[01:48.17] I just supply, it's economics, my business ain't got the suit and tie\n[01:51.31] Keep a pistol at all times, niggas want what's mine\n[01:53.86] I can't oblige dog, I work too hard\n[01:55.98] So reach for it, get referred to God, I'm going hard nigga\n[01:59.39] I know you desperate for a change at the pen glide\n[02:01.97] But the only real change come from inside\n[02:04.60] But the only real change come from inside\n[02:07.13] But the only real change come from-\n[02:09.21] In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n[02:11.92] But the only real change come from inside\n[02:14.49] But the only real change come from inside\n[02:17.00] But the only real change come from-\n[02:18.15] Yeah, prodigal son\n[02:19.55] Got a new gun, this one don't run out of ammo\n[02:21.76] Lately been working on my handles\n[02:23.15] Can I ball, become a star, and remain my self?\n[02:25.69] If I fall, dust it off and regain my self\n[02:28.12] Fuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt\n[02:30.52] I'm in awe, after all the fame I felt I evolved\n[02:33.63] I no longer bury demons\n[02:35.68] I be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely breathing, I'm singing\n[02:40.64] Life is all about the evolution\n[02:43.41] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[02:45.82] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n[02:50.44] You can dream but don't neglect the execution\n[02:53.18] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[02:55.68] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n[03:00.56] Time is short that's what somebody told me\n[03:03.29] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[03:05.63] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more (Now I'm back for more)\n[03:10.38] Too short to keep following your homies\n[03:13.26] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[03:15.56] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n[03:18.03] I reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands\n[03:20.65] All of a sudden niggas pop a trunk and then we scram\n[03:22.94] Finger on trigger make a little nigga understand\n[03:25.40] What it's like to finally be the motherfuckin' man\n[03:27.86] Eyes wide that's from the power that the coward feels\n[03:30.47] Niggas die over bitches disrespecting dollar bills\n[03:32.81] Bloodshed that turned the city to a battlefield\n[03:35.48] I call it poison, you call it real (Pop, pop, pop, pop)\n[03:36.75] That's how you feel?\n[03:37.72] Pistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat\n[03:40.04] Scattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete\n[03:43.62] Body laid on the concrete\n[03:45.57] Look, somebody laid on the concrete\n[03:47.70] No time for that, ain't no looking back\n[03:49.29] 'Cause I'm running too\n[03:50.20] I made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning news\n[03:52.62] Overcame with a feeling I can't explain\n[03:54.83] 'Cause that was my nigga James that was slain, he was 22\n[03:57.68] (Last night at around...)\n[03:58.85] He was 22\n[04:01.34] (22 year old black male, suspect, reporting live...)\n[04:06.00] \n[04:09.61] (I swear to God, bruh)\n[04:10.89] We're gathered here today to mourn the life of James McMillan Jr\n[04:17.43] A tragedy, another tragedy in the black community\n[04:21.08] We got to do better, people\n[04:22.86] 22 years old, this boy was too young\n[04:26.22] Our condolences go to his family, our prayers\n[04:28.31] We know he's in a better place, we know he's in a better place\n[04:33.82] But this has got to end, ladies and gentleman\n[04:37.19] We've got to come together, this is...\n[04:41.88] This is beyond words\n[04:46.85] 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is telling me there'll be better days\n  I sit in silence and find whenever I meditate\n  My fears alleviate, my tears evaporate\n  My faith don't deviate, ideas don't have a date\n\n  But see I'm growing and getting stronger with every breath\n  Bringing me closer to heaven's doors with every step\n  As we speak I'm at peace, no longer scared to die\n  Most niggas don't believe in God and so they terrified\n  It's either that or they be fearing they gon' go to Hell\n  Asking the Father for forgiveness, got 'em overwhelmed\n\n  (Please God, I want to go to Heaven)\n  As if He's spiteful like them white folks that control the jail\n  See I believe if God is real He'll never judge a man\n  Because He knows us all and therefore He would understand\n  The ignorance that make a nigga take his brother's life\n  The bitterness and pain that got him beating on his wife\n\n  I know you desperate for a change let the pen glide\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real 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I can't oblige dog, I work too hard\n  So reach for it, get referred to God, I'm going hard nigga\n\n  I know you desperate for a change at the pen glide\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from-\n  In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from-\n\n  Yeah, prodigal son\n  Got a new gun, this one don't run out of ammo\n  Lately been working on my handles\n  Can I ball, become a star, and remain my self?\n  If I fall, dust it off and regain my self\n\n  Fuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt\n  I'm in awe, after all the fame I felt I evolved\n  I no longer bury demons\n  I be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely breathing, I'm singing\n\n  Life is all about the evolution\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  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(Myself)\n  start_ms: 143260\n  end_ms: 145540\n- text: If I fall, dust it off and regain myself (myself)\n  start_ms: 145540\n  end_ms: 147990\n- text: Fuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt\n  start_ms: 147990\n  end_ms: 150550\n- text: I'm in awe, after all the fame I felt, I evolved (ooh)\n  start_ms: 150550\n  end_ms: 153800\n- text: I no longer bury demons\n  start_ms: 153800\n  end_ms: 155220\n- text: I be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely breathing, I'm singing (ooh)\n  start_ms: 155220\n  end_ms: 160490\n- text: Life is all about the evolution\n  start_ms: 160490\n  end_ms: 163330\n- text: I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  start_ms: 163330\n  end_ms: 165880\n- text: I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more, yeah, yeah (I, I, yeah)\n  start_ms: 165880\n  end_ms: 170160\n- text: You can dream but don't neglect the execution\n  start_ms: 170160\n  end_ms: 173330\n- text: I give up, I give in, I move back a little (oh, no)\n  start_ms: 173330\n  end_ms: 175770\n- text: I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more (oh, oh, no)\n  start_ms: 175770\n  end_ms: 179970\n- text: '\"Time is short,\" that''s what somebody told me (told me, oh)'\n  start_ms: 179970\n  end_ms: 183150\n- text: I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  start_ms: 183150\n  end_ms: 185670\n- text: I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  start_ms: 185670\n  end_ms: 189270\n- text: Ayy, now I'm back for more\n  start_ms: 189270\n  end_ms: 190450\n- text: Too short to keep following your homies\n  start_ms: 190450\n  end_ms: 193260\n- text: I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  start_ms: 193260\n  end_ms: 195330\n- text: I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  start_ms: 195330\n  end_ms: 197790\n- text: I reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands (ooh)\n  start_ms: 197790\n  end_ms: 200330\n- text: All of a sudden, niggas poppin' trunk and then we scram (mmm)\n  start_ms: 200330\n  end_ms: 202750\n- text: Finger on trigger 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time for that, ain't no lookin' back, 'cause I'm running too\n  start_ms: 227540\n  end_ms: 229920\n- text: I made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning news\n  start_ms: 229920\n  end_ms: 232320\n- text: Overcame with a feeling I can't explain\n  start_ms: 232320\n  end_ms: 234590\n- text: '''Cause that was my nigga James that was slain, he was 22'\n  start_ms: 234590\n  end_ms: 237520\n- text: (Last night at around 7:45) he was twenty-two\n  start_ms: 237520\n  end_ms: 241030\n- text: (22-year-old, black, male, suspect, reporting on the news)\n  start_ms: 241030\n  end_ms: 250570\n- text: We're gathered here today\n  start_ms: 250570\n  end_ms: 252450\n- text: To mourn the life of James McMillan Jr.\n  start_ms: 252450\n  end_ms: 257730\n- text: A tragedy, another tragedy in the black community\n  start_ms: 257730\n  end_ms: 260820\n- text: We got to do better, people\n  start_ms: 260820\n  end_ms: 262480\n- text: 22 years old, this boy was too young\n  start_ms: 262480\n  end_ms: 266190\n- text: Our condolences are with his family, our prayers\n  start_ms: 266190\n  end_ms: 268400\n- text: We know he's in a better place\n  start_ms: 268400\n  end_ms: 271530\n- text: We know he's in a better place\n  start_ms: 271530\n  end_ms: 273860\n- text: But this has got to end, ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 273860\n  end_ms: 276960\n- text: We've got to come together, this is-this is beyond words\n  start_ms: 276960\n  end_ms: 286790\n- text: Now I'd like to open this ceremony with a verse from-\n  start_ms: 286790\n  end_ms: 290430\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 290430\nplain: |-\n  Boy, ooh\n  My intuition is telling me there'll be better days (mmm, mmm)\n  Yeah\n  My intuition is telling me there'll be better days\n  I like this tone (ooh, ooh)\n\n  Yeah, my intuition is telling me there'll be better days\n  I sit in silence and find whenever I meditate\n  My fears alleviate, my tears evaporate (mmm)\n  My faith don't deviate, ideas don't have a date\n  But see, I'm growing and getting stronger with every breath (mmm)\n  Bringing me closer to Heaven's doors with every step (mmm)\n  As we speak, I'm at peace, no longer scared to die\n  Most niggas don't believe in God and so they terrified\n\n  It's either that or they be fearing they gon' go to Hell\n  Asking the Father for forgiveness got 'em overwhelmed\n  (\"Please, God, I want to go to Heaven\")\n  As if He's spiteful like them white folks that control the jail (mmm)\n  See, I believe if God is real, He'd never judge a man\n  Because He knows us all and therefore He would understand (mmm)\n  The ignorance that make a nigga take his brother life\n  The bitterness and pain that got him beating on his wife (mmm), like\n\n  I know you desperate for a change, let the pen glide\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from- (ooh)\n  In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from- (ooh, oh, woah)\n\n  Yeah, my\n  Chosen religion, Jesus piece frozen from sinnin'\n  Doin' dirt, hoping to God, He know my intentions (mmm)\n  To see a million 'fore I see a casket\n  I got a baby on the way, know he gon' be a bastard (mmm)\n  I'm living fast like I'm in a drag race, how that cash taste\n  When I was a senior, I was ballin' on my classmates (mmm)\n  Niggas put three bullets in my car, one hit the gas tank\n  Know I got a angel, 'cause I'm supposed to have a halo (mmm)\n\n  Right now, my lifestyle destined for a federal facility\n  For my ability to make them birds fly (mmm)\n  Fiends wan' get higher than a bird's eye view\n  And who am I to tell a nigga what to do? I just supply\n  It's economics, my business ain't got the suit and tie (oh, wait)\n  Keep a pistol at all times, niggas want what's mine (oh, wait)\n  I can't oblige, dawg, I work too hard\n  So reach for it, get referred to God, I'm going hard, nigga, huh (mmm)\n\n  I know you desperate for a change, let the pen glide\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from- (oh, hey)\n  In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n  But the only real change come from inside (come from the inside)\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from- (yeah)\n\n  Prodigal son, got a new gun, this one\n  Don't run out of ammo, lately been working on my handles\n  Can I ball, become a star, and remain myself? (Myself)\n  If I fall, dust it off and regain myself (myself)\n  Fuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt\n  I'm in awe, after all the fame I felt, I evolved (ooh)\n  I no longer bury demons\n  I be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely breathing, I'm singing (ooh)\n\n  Life is all about the evolution\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more, yeah, yeah (I, I, yeah)\n  You can dream but don't neglect the execution\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little (oh, no)\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more (oh, oh, no)\n\n  \"Time is short,\" that's what somebody told me (told me, oh)\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  Ayy, now I'm back for more\n  Too short to keep following your homies\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n\n  I reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands (ooh)\n  All of a sudden, niggas poppin' trunk and then we scram (mmm)\n  Finger on trigger make a little nigga understand\n  What it's like to finally be the motherfuckin' man (ooh, yeah)\n  Eyes wide, that's from the power that the coward feels\n  Niggas die over bitches, disrespect, and dollar bills (ooh)\n  Bloodshed done turned the city to a battlefield (mmm)\n  I call it poison, you call it real, that's how you feel?\n\n  Pistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat\n  Scattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete\n  (Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go) body laid on the concrete\n  Look, somebody laid on the concrete\n  No time for that, ain't no lookin' back, 'cause I'm running too\n  I made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning news\n  Overcame with a feeling I can't explain\n  'Cause that was my nigga James that was slain, he was 22\n  (Last night at around 7:45) he was twenty-two\n  (22-year-old, black, male, suspect, reporting on the news)\n\n  We're gathered here today\n  To mourn the life of James McMillan Jr.\n  A tragedy, another tragedy in the black community\n  We got to do better, people\n  22 years old, this boy was too young\n  Our condolences are with his family, our prayers\n  We know he's in a better place\n  We know he's in a better place\n  But this has got to end, ladies and gentlemen\n  We've got to come together, this is-this is beyond words\n  Now I'd like to open this ceremony with a verse from-\n"},{"id":24385756,"name":"Change","trackName":"Change","artistName":"J. 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ignorance that make a nigga take his brother's life\nThe bitterness and pain that got him beating on his wife\nI know you desperate for a change at the pen glide\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from\nIn cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from\nYeah, my chosen religion: Jesus piece frozen from sinnin'\nDoin' dirt hoping to God He know my intentions\nTo see a million 'fore I see a casket\nI got a baby on the way know he gon' be a bastard\nI'm living fast like I'm in a drag race, how that cash taste\nWhen I was a senior I was ballin' on my classmates\nNiggas put three bullets in my car one hit the gas tank\nKnow I got a angel cause I'm supposed to have a halo\nRight now, my lifestyle destined for a federal facility\nFor my ability to make them birds fly\nFiends wanna get higher than a bird's eye view\nAnd who am I tell a nigga what to do?\nI just apply this economics\nMy business ain't got the suit and tie\nKeep a pistol at all times, niggas want what's mine\nI can't oblige dog, I work too hard\nSo reach for it, get referred to God, I'm going hard nigga\nI know you desperate for a change at the pen glide\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from\nIn cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from\nYeah, prodigal son\nGot a new gun, this one\nDon't run out of ammo lately been working on my handles\nCan I ball, become a star, and remain my self\nIf I fall, dust it off and regain my self\nFuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt\nI'm in awe, after all the fame I felt I evolve\nI no longer bury demons\nI be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely breathing, I'm 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and niggas drop in a heartbeat\nScattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete\nBody laid on the concrete\nLook, somebody laid on the concrete\nNo time for that, ain't no lookin' back, cause I'm running too\nI made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning news\nOvercame with a feeling I can't explain\n'Cause that was my nigga James that was slain, he was 22\n(Last night at around) He was 22\n(22 year old black male, suspect, poor)\n(I swear to God bruh)\nWe're gathered here today\n(I swear to God)\nTo mourn the life of James McMillan Jr\n(I swear to God, nigga, I'mma kill them niggas man)\nA tragedy, another tragedy in the black community\n(I promise you bro)\nWe got to do better, people\n22 years old, this boy was too young\n(I promise you bro, I'mma kill them niggas bro)\nOur condolences go to his family, our prayers\n(I'mma kill them niggas myself)\nWe know he's in a better place\nBut this has got to end, ladies and gentleman\nWe've got to come together, this is, this is, 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how that cash taste\n[01:31.23] When I was a senior I was ballin' on my classmates\n[01:33.69] Niggas put three bullets in my car one hit the gas tank\n[01:36.18] Know I got a angel cause I'm supposed to have a halo\n[01:38.42] Right now, my lifestyle destined for a federal facility\n[01:41.63] For my ability to make them birds fly\n[01:43.68] Fiends wanna get higher than a bird's eye view\n[01:45.72] And who am I tell a nigga what to do?\n[01:47.63] I just apply this economics\n[01:49.46] My business ain't got the suit and tie\n[01:51.06] Keep a pistol at all times, niggas want what's mine\n[01:53.57] I can't oblige dog, I work too hard\n[01:55.59] So reach for it, get referred to God, I'm going hard nigga\n[01:58.57] I know you desperate for a change at the pen glide\n[02:01.73] But the only real change come from inside\n[02:03.89] But the only real change come from inside\n[02:06.59] But the only real change come from\n[02:08.78] In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n[02:11.56] But the only real change come from inside\n[02:14.12] But the only real change come from inside\n[02:16.64] But the only real change come from\n[02:18.52] Yeah, prodigal son\n[02:19.31] Got a new gun, this one\n[02:20.81] Don't run out of ammo lately been working on my handles\n[02:22.89] Can I ball, become a star, and remain my self\n[02:25.30] If I fall, dust it off and regain my self\n[02:27.83] Fuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt\n[02:30.31] I'm in awe, after all the fame I felt I evolve\n[02:33.53] I no longer bury demons\n[02:35.18] I be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely breathing, I'm singing\n[02:39.87] Life is all about the evolution\n[02:43.38] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[02:45.68] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n[02:49.04] You can dream but don't neglect the execution\n[02:52.68] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[02:55.55] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n[02:59.89] Time is short that's what somebody told me\n[03:03.28] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[03:05.43] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n[03:09.63] Too short to keep following your homies\n[03:12.83] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[03:15.65] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n[03:17.78] I reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands\n[03:20.24] All of a sudden niggas pop a trunk and then we scram\n[03:22.76] Finger on trigger make a little nigga understand\n[03:25.13] What it's like to finally be the motherfuckin' man\n[03:27.69] Eyes wide that's from the power that the coward feels\n[03:30.05] Niggas die over bitches disrespecting dollar bills\n[03:32.60] Bloodshed that turned the city to a battlefield\n[03:35.00] I call it poison, you call it real (pop, pop, pop, pop)\n[03:36.82] That's how you feel?\n[03:37.61] Pistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat\n[03:39.97] Scattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete\n[03:42.51] Body laid on the concrete\n[03:45.15] Look, somebody laid on the concrete\n[03:47.45] No time for that, ain't no lookin' back, cause I'm running too\n[03:49.89] I made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning news\n[03:52.41] Overcame with a feeling I can't explain\n[03:54.50] 'Cause that was my nigga James that was slain, he was 22\n[03:57.34] (Last night at around) He was 22\n[04:00.30] (22 year old black male, suspect, poor)\n[04:09.18] (I swear to God bruh)\n[04:10.48] We're gathered here today\n[04:12.28] (I swear to God)\n[04:13.28] To mourn the life of James McMillan Jr\n[04:14.61] (I swear to God, nigga, I'mma kill them niggas man)\n[04:17.23] A tragedy, another tragedy in the black community\n[04:19.45] (I promise you bro)\n[04:21.01] We got to do better, people\n[04:22.27] 22 years old, this boy was too young\n[04:24.24] (I promise you bro, I'mma kill them niggas bro)\n[04:25.93] Our condolences go to his family, our prayers\n[04:29.11] (I'mma kill them niggas myself)\n[04:30.90] We know he's in a better place\n[04:33.69] But this has got to end, ladies and gentleman\n[04:35.72] We've got to come together, this is, this is, beyond words\n[04:45.40] Now I'd like to open this ceremony with a verse from","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Change\n  artist: J. 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this tone\n  Yeah, my intuition is telling me they'll be better days\n  I sit in silence and and find whenever I meditate\n  My fears alleviate, my tears evaporate\n  My faith don't deviate, ideas don't have a date\n  But see I'm growing and getting stronger with every breath\n  Bringing me closer to heaven's doors with every step\n  As we speak I'm in peace, no longer scared to die\n  Most niggas don't believe in God and so they terrified\n  It's either that or they be fearing they gon' go to Hell\n  Asking the father for forgiveness, God, I'm overwhelmed (please God, I want to go to Heaven)\n  As if he's spiteful like them white folks that control the jail\n  See I believe if God is real, he'll never judge a man\n  Because he knows us all and therefore he would understand\n  The ignorance that make a nigga take his brother's life\n  The bitterness and pain that got him beating on his wife\n  I know you desperate for a change at the pen glide\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from\n  In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from\n  Yeah, my chosen religion: Jesus piece frozen from sinnin'\n  Doin' dirt hoping to God He know my intentions\n  To see a million 'fore I see a casket\n  I got a baby on the way know he gon' be a bastard\n  I'm living fast like I'm in a drag race, how that cash taste\n  When I was a senior I was ballin' on my classmates\n  Niggas put three bullets in my car one hit the gas tank\n  Know I got a angel cause I'm supposed to have a halo\n  Right now, my lifestyle destined for a federal facility\n  For my ability to make them birds fly\n  Fiends wanna get higher than a bird's eye view\n  And who am I tell a nigga what to do?\n  I just apply this economics\n  My business ain't got the suit and tie\n  Keep a pistol at all times, niggas want what's mine\n  I can't oblige dog, I work too hard\n  So reach for it, get referred to God, I'm going hard nigga\n  I know you desperate for a change at the pen glide\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from\n  In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from\n  Yeah, prodigal son\n  Got a new gun, this one\n  Don't run out of ammo lately been working on my handles\n  Can I ball, become a star, and remain my self\n  If I fall, dust it off and regain my self\n  Fuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt\n  I'm in awe, after all the fame I felt I evolve\n  I no longer bury demons\n  I be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely breathing, I'm singing\n  Life is all about the evolution\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  You can dream but don't neglect the execution\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  Time is short that's what somebody told me\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  Too short to keep following your homies\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  I reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands\n  All of a sudden niggas pop a trunk and then we scram\n  Finger on trigger make a little nigga understand\n  What it's like to finally be the motherfuckin' man\n  Eyes wide that's from the power that the coward feels\n  Niggas die over bitches disrespecting dollar bills\n  Bloodshed that turned the city to a battlefield\n  I call it poison, you call it real (pop, pop, pop, pop)\n  That's how you feel?\n  Pistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat\n  Scattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete\n  Body laid on the concrete\n  Look, somebody laid on the concrete\n  No time for that, ain't no lookin' back, cause I'm running too\n  I made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning news\n  Overcame with a feeling I can't explain\n  'Cause that was my nigga James that was slain, he was 22\n  (Last night at around) He was 22\n  (22 year old black male, suspect, poor)\n  (I swear to God bruh)\n  We're gathered here today\n  (I swear to God)\n  To mourn the life of James McMillan Jr\n  (I swear to God, nigga, I'mma kill them niggas man)\n  A tragedy, another tragedy in the black community\n  (I promise you bro)\n  We got to do better, people\n  22 years old, this boy was too young\n  (I promise you bro, I'mma kill them niggas bro)\n  Our condolences go to his family, our prayers\n  (I'mma kill them niggas myself)\n  We know he's in a better place\n  But this has got to end, ladies and gentleman\n  We've got to come together, this is, this is, beyond words\n  Now I'd like 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ignorance that make a nigga take his brother's life\nThe bitterness and pain that got him beating on his wife\n\nI know you desperate for a change let the pen glide\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from-\nIn cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from-\n\nYeah, my chosen religion\nJesus piece frozen from sinnin'\nDoin' dirt hoping to God He know my intentions\nTo see a million 'fore I see a casket\nI got a baby on the way know he gon' be a bastard\n\nI'm living fast like I'm in a drag race, how that cash taste\nWhen I was a senior I was ballin' on my classmates\nNiggas put three bullets in my car one hit the gas tank\nKnow I got a angel 'cause I'm supposed to have a halo right now\n\nMy lifestyle destined for a federal facility for my ability to make them birds fly\nFiends wanna get higher than a bird's eye view\nAnd who am I tell a nigga what to do?\nI just supply, it's economics, my business ain't got the suit and tie\nKeep a pistol at all times, niggas want what's mine\nI can't oblige dog, I work too hard\nSo reach for it, get referred to God, I'm going hard nigga\n\nI know you desperate for a change at the pen glide\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from-\nIn cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from inside\nBut the only real change come from-\n\nYeah, prodigal son\nGot a new gun, this one don't run out of ammo\nLately been working on my handles\nCan I ball, become a star, and remain my self?\nIf I fall, dust it off and regain my self\n\nFuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt\nI'm in awe, after all the fame I felt I evolved\nI no longer bury demons\nI be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely breathing, I'm singing\n\nLife is all about the evolution\nI give up, I give in, I move back a little\nI live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\nYou can dream but don't neglect the execution\nI give up, I give in, I move back a little\nI live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n\nTime is short that's what somebody told me\nI give up, I give in, I move back a little\nI live up, I look up, now I'm back for more (Now I'm back for more)\nToo short to keep following your homies\nI give up, I give in, I move back a little\nI live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n\nI reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands\nAll of a sudden niggas pop a trunk and then we scram\nFinger on trigger make a little nigga understand\nWhat it's like to finally be the motherfuckin' man\nEyes wide that's from the power that the coward feels\nNiggas die over bitches disrespecting dollar bills\nBloodshed that turned the city to a battlefield\nI call it poison, you call it real (Pop, pop, pop, pop)\nThat's how you feel?\n\nPistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat\nScattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete\nBody laid on the concrete\nLook, somebody laid on the concrete\nNo time for that, ain't no looking back\n'Cause I'm running too\nI made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning news\n\nOvercame with a feeling I can't explain\n'Cause that was my nigga James that was slain, he was 22\n(Last night at around...)\nHe was 22\n(22 year old black male, suspect, reporting live...)\n\n(I swear to God, bruh)\nWe're gathered here today to mourn the life of James McMillan Jr\nA tragedy, another tragedy in the black community\nWe got to do better, people\n22 years old, this boy was too young\n\nOur condolences go to his family, our prayers\nWe know he's in a better place, we know he's in a better place\nBut this has got to end, ladies and gentleman\nWe've got to come together, this is...\nThis is beyond words\nNow I'd like to open this ceremony with a verse from...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.42] My intuition is telling me there'll be better days\n[00:06.82] \n[00:09.57] Yeah\n[00:12.39] My intuition is telling me there'll be better days\n[00:16.11] I like this tone\n[00:18.81] Yeah, my intuition is telling me there'll be better days\n[00:22.42] I sit in silence and find whenever I meditate\n[00:24.72] My fears alleviate, my tears evaporate\n[00:27.10] My faith don't deviate, ideas don't have a date\n[00:29.69] But see I'm growing and getting stronger with every breath\n[00:32.16] Bringing me closer to heaven's doors with every step\n[00:34.66] As we speak I'm at peace, no longer scared to die\n[00:37.04] Most niggas don't believe in God and so they terrified\n[00:39.52] It's either that or they be fearing they gon' go to Hell\n[00:42.07] Asking the Father for forgiveness, got 'em overwhelmed\n[00:45.21] (Please God, I want to go to Heaven)\n[00:46.42] As if He's spiteful like them white folks that control the jail\n[00:49.54] See I believe if God is real He'll never judge a man\n[00:51.94] Because He knows us all and therefore He would understand\n[00:54.41] The ignorance that make a nigga take his brother's life\n[00:56.95] The bitterness and pain that got him beating on his wife\n[00:59.98] I know you desperate for a change let the pen glide\n[01:02.53] But the only real change come from inside\n[01:05.16] But the only real change come from inside\n[01:07.75] But the only real change come from-\n[01:09.89] In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n[01:12.62] But the only real change come from inside\n[01:15.07] But the only real change come from inside\n[01:17.78] But the only real change come from-\n[01:18.35] Yeah, my chosen religion\n[01:20.27] Jesus piece frozen from sinnin'\n[01:21.60] Doin' dirt hoping to God He know my intentions\n[01:24.07] To see a million 'fore I see a casket\n[01:26.23] I got a baby on the way know he gon' be a bastard\n[01:28.40] I'm living fast like I'm in a drag race, how that cash taste\n[01:31.57] When I was a senior I was ballin' on my classmates\n[01:33.95] Niggas put three bullets in my car one hit the gas tank\n[01:36.42] Know I got a angel 'cause I'm supposed to have a halo right now\n[01:39.20] My lifestyle destined for a federal facility for my ability to make them birds fly\n[01:43.95] Fiends wanna get higher than a bird's eye view\n[01:46.01] And who am I tell a nigga what to do?\n[01:48.17] I just supply, it's economics, my business ain't got the suit and tie\n[01:51.31] Keep a pistol at all times, niggas want what's mine\n[01:53.86] I can't oblige dog, I work too hard\n[01:55.98] So reach for it, get referred to God, I'm going hard nigga\n[01:59.39] I know you desperate for a change at the pen glide\n[02:01.97] But the only real change come from inside\n[02:04.60] But the only real change come from inside\n[02:07.13] But the only real change come from-\n[02:09.21] In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n[02:11.92] But the only real change come from inside\n[02:14.49] But the only real change come from inside\n[02:17.00] But the only real change come from-\n[02:18.15] Yeah, prodigal son\n[02:19.55] Got a new gun, this one don't run out of ammo\n[02:21.76] Lately been working on my handles\n[02:23.15] Can I ball, become a star, and remain my self?\n[02:25.69] If I fall, dust it off and regain my self\n[02:28.12] Fuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt\n[02:30.52] I'm in awe, after all the fame I felt I evolved\n[02:33.63] I no longer bury demons\n[02:35.68] I be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely breathing, I'm singing\n[02:40.64] Life is all about the evolution\n[02:43.41] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[02:45.82] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n[02:50.44] You can dream but don't neglect the execution\n[02:53.18] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[02:55.68] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n[03:00.56] Time is short that's what somebody told me\n[03:03.29] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[03:05.63] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more (Now I'm back for more)\n[03:10.38] Too short to keep following your homies\n[03:13.26] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[03:15.56] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n[03:18.03] I reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands\n[03:20.65] All of a sudden niggas pop a trunk and then we scram\n[03:22.94] Finger on trigger make a little nigga understand\n[03:25.40] What it's like to finally be the motherfuckin' man\n[03:27.86] Eyes wide that's from the power that the coward feels\n[03:30.47] Niggas die over bitches disrespecting dollar bills\n[03:32.81] Bloodshed that turned the city to a battlefield\n[03:35.48] I call it poison, you call it real (Pop, pop, pop, pop)\n[03:36.75] That's how you feel?\n[03:37.72] Pistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat\n[03:40.04] Scattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete\n[03:43.62] Body laid on the concrete\n[03:45.57] Look, somebody laid on the concrete\n[03:47.70] No time for that, ain't no looking back\n[03:49.29] 'Cause I'm running too\n[03:50.20] I made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning news\n[03:52.62] Overcame with a feeling I can't explain\n[03:54.83] 'Cause that was my nigga James that was slain, he was 22\n[03:57.68] (Last night at around...)\n[03:58.85] He was 22\n[04:01.34] (22 year old black male, suspect, reporting live...)\n[04:06.00] \n[04:09.61] (I swear to God, bruh)\n[04:10.89] We're gathered here today to mourn the life of James McMillan Jr\n[04:17.43] A tragedy, another tragedy in the black community\n[04:21.08] We got to do better, people\n[04:22.86] 22 years old, this boy was too young\n[04:26.22] Our condolences go to his family, our prayers\n[04:28.31] We know he's in a better place, we know he's in a better place\n[04:33.82] But this has got to end, ladies and gentleman\n[04:37.19] We've got to come together, this is...\n[04:41.88] This is beyond words\n[04:46.85] 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is telling me there'll be better days\n  I sit in silence and find whenever I meditate\n  My fears alleviate, my tears evaporate\n  My faith don't deviate, ideas don't have a date\n\n  But see I'm growing and getting stronger with every breath\n  Bringing me closer to heaven's doors with every step\n  As we speak I'm at peace, no longer scared to die\n  Most niggas don't believe in God and so they terrified\n  It's either that or they be fearing they gon' go to Hell\n  Asking the Father for forgiveness, got 'em overwhelmed\n\n  (Please God, I want to go to Heaven)\n  As if He's spiteful like them white folks that control the jail\n  See I believe if God is real He'll never judge a man\n  Because He knows us all and therefore He would understand\n  The ignorance that make a nigga take his brother's life\n  The bitterness and pain that got him beating on his wife\n\n  I know you desperate for a change let the pen glide\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from-\n  In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from-\n\n  Yeah, my chosen religion\n  Jesus piece frozen from sinnin'\n  Doin' dirt hoping to God He know my intentions\n  To see a million 'fore I see a casket\n  I got a baby on the way know he gon' be a bastard\n\n  I'm living fast like I'm in a drag race, how that cash taste\n  When I was a senior I was ballin' on my classmates\n  Niggas put three bullets in my car one hit the gas tank\n  Know I got a angel 'cause I'm supposed to have a halo right now\n\n  My lifestyle destined for a federal facility for my ability to make them birds fly\n  Fiends wanna get higher than a bird's eye view\n  And who am I tell a nigga what to do?\n  I just supply, it's economics, my business ain't got the suit and tie\n  Keep a pistol at all times, niggas want what's mine\n  I can't oblige dog, I work too hard\n  So reach for it, get referred to God, I'm going hard nigga\n\n  I know you desperate for a change at the pen glide\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from-\n  In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from-\n\n  Yeah, prodigal son\n  Got a new gun, this one don't run out of ammo\n  Lately been working on my handles\n  Can I ball, become a star, and remain my self?\n  If I fall, dust it off and regain my self\n\n  Fuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt\n  I'm in awe, after all the fame I felt I evolved\n  I no longer bury demons\n  I be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely breathing, I'm singing\n\n  Life is all about the evolution\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  You can dream but don't neglect the execution\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n\n  Time is short that's what somebody told me\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more (Now I'm back for more)\n  Too short to keep following your homies\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n\n  I reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands\n  All of a sudden niggas pop a trunk and then we scram\n  Finger on trigger make a little nigga understand\n  What it's like to finally be the motherfuckin' man\n  Eyes wide that's from the power that the coward feels\n  Niggas die over bitches disrespecting dollar bills\n  Bloodshed that turned the city to a battlefield\n  I call it poison, you call it real (Pop, pop, pop, pop)\n  That's how you feel?\n\n  Pistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat\n  Scattered like roaches, a body 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inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from\n  In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from\n  Yeah, my chosen religion: Jesus piece frozen from sinnin'\n  Doin' dirt hoping to God He know my intentions\n  To see a million 'fore I see a casket\n  I got a baby on the way know he gon' be a bastard\n  I'm living fast like I'm in a drag race, how that cash taste\n  When I was a senior I was ballin' on my classmates\n  Niggas put three bullets in my car one hit the gas tank\n  Know I got a angel cause I'm supposed to have a halo\n  Right now, my lifestyle destined for a federal facility\n  For my ability to make them birds fly\n  Fiends wanna get higher than a bird's eye view\n  And who am I tell a nigga what to do?\n  I just apply this economics\n  My business ain't got the suit and tie\n  Keep a pistol at all times, niggas want what's mine\n  I can't oblige dog, I work too hard\n  So reach for it, get referred to God, I'm going hard nigga\n  I know you desperate for a change at the pen glide\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from\n  In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from\n  Yeah, prodigal son\n  Got a new gun, this one\n  Don't run out of ammo lately been working on my handles\n  Can I ball, become a star, and remain my self\n  If I fall, dust it off and regain my self\n  Fuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt\n  I'm in awe, after all the fame I felt I evolve\n  I no longer bury demons\n  I be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely breathing, I'm singing\n  Life is all about the evolution\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  You can dream but don't neglect the execution\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  Time is short that's what somebody told me\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  Too short to keep following your homies\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  I reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands\n  All of a sudden niggas pop a trunk and then we scram\n  Finger on trigger make a little nigga understand\n  What it's like to finally be the motherfuckin' man\n  Eyes wide that's from the power that the coward feels\n  Niggas die over bitches disrespecting dollar bills\n  Bloodshed that turned the city to a battlefield\n  I call it poison, you call it real (pop, pop, pop, pop)\n  That's how you feel?\n  Pistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat\n  Scattered like roaches, a body laid on the 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inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from\n  In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from\n  Yeah, my chosen religion: Jesus piece frozen from sinnin'\n  Doin' dirt hoping to God He know my intentions\n  To see a million 'fore I see a casket\n  I got a baby on the way know he gon' be a bastard\n  I'm living fast like I'm in a drag race, how that cash taste\n  When I was a senior I was ballin' on my classmates\n  Niggas put three bullets in my car one hit the gas tank\n  Know I got a angel cause I'm supposed to have a halo\n  Right now, my lifestyle destined for a federal facility\n  For my ability to make them birds fly\n  Fiends wanna get higher than a bird's eye view\n  And who am I tell a nigga what to do?\n  I just apply this economics\n  My business ain't got the suit and tie\n  Keep a pistol at all times, niggas want what's mine\n  I can't oblige dog, I work too hard\n  So reach for it, get referred to God, I'm going hard nigga\n  I know you desperate for a change at the pen glide\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from\n  In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from\n  Yeah, prodigal son\n  Got a new gun, this one\n  Don't run out of ammo lately been working on my handles\n  Can I ball, become a star, and remain my self\n  If I fall, dust it off and regain my self\n  Fuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt\n  I'm in awe, after all the fame I felt I evolve\n  I no longer bury demons\n  I be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely breathing, I'm singing\n  Life is all about the evolution\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  You can dream but don't neglect the execution\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  Time is short that's what somebody told me\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  Too short to keep following your homies\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  I reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands\n  All of a sudden niggas pop a trunk and then we scram\n  Finger on trigger make a little nigga understand\n  What it's like to finally be the motherfuckin' man\n  Eyes wide that's from the power that the coward feels\n  Niggas die over bitches disrespecting dollar bills\n  Bloodshed that turned the city to a battlefield\n  I call it poison, you call it real (pop, pop, pop, pop)\n  That's how you feel?\n  Pistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat\n  Scattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete\n  Body laid on the concrete\n  Look, somebody laid on the concrete\n  No time for that, ain't no lookin' back, cause I'm running too\n  I made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning news\n  Overcame with a feeling I can't explain\n  'Cause that was my nigga James that was slain, he was 22\n  (Last night at around) He was 22\n  (22 year old black male, suspect, poor)\n  (I swear to God bruh)\n  We're gathered here today\n  (I swear to God)\n  To mourn the life of James McMillan Jr\n  (I swear to God, nigga, I'mma kill them niggas man)\n  A tragedy, another tragedy in the black community\n  (I promise you bro)\n  We got to do better, people\n  22 years old, this boy was too young\n  (I promise you bro, I'mma kill them niggas bro)\n  Our condolences go to his family, our prayers\n  (I'mma kill them niggas myself)\n  We know he's in a better place\n  But this has got to end, ladies and gentleman\n  We've got to come together, this is, this is, beyond words\n  Now I'd like 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this tone\n  Yeah, my intuition is telling me they'll be better days\n  I sit in silence and and find whenever I meditate\n  My fears alleviate, my tears evaporate\n  My faith don't deviate, ideas don't have a date\n  But see I'm growing and getting stronger with every breath\n  Bringing me closer to heaven's doors with every step\n  As we speak I'm in peace, no longer scared to die\n  Most niggas don't believe in God and so they terrified\n  It's either that or they be fearing they gon' go to Hell\n  Asking the father for forgiveness, God, I'm overwhelmed (please God, I want to go to Heaven)\n  As if he's spiteful like them white folks that control the jail\n  See I believe if God is real, he'll never judge a man\n  Because he knows us all and therefore he would understand\n  The ignorance that make a nigga take his brother's life\n  The bitterness and pain that got him beating on his wife\n  I know you desperate for a change at the pen glide\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from\n  In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from\n  Yeah, my chosen religion: Jesus piece frozen from sinnin'\n  Doin' dirt hoping to God He know my intentions\n  To see a million 'fore I see a casket\n  I got a baby on the way know he gon' be a bastard\n  I'm living fast like I'm in a drag race, how that cash taste\n  When I was a senior I was ballin' on my classmates\n  Niggas put three bullets in my car one hit the gas tank\n  Know I got a angel cause I'm supposed to have a halo\n  Right now, my lifestyle destined for a federal facility\n  For my ability to make them birds fly\n  Fiends wanna get higher than a bird's eye view\n  And who am I tell a nigga what to do?\n  I just apply this economics\n  My business ain't got the suit and tie\n  Keep a pistol at all times, niggas want what's mine\n  I can't oblige dog, I work too hard\n  So reach for it, get referred to God, I'm going hard nigga\n  I know you desperate for a change at the pen glide\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from\n  In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from\n  Yeah, prodigal son\n  Got a new gun, this one\n  Don't run out of ammo lately been working on my handles\n  Can I ball, become a star, and remain my self\n  If I fall, dust it off and regain my self\n  Fuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt\n  I'm in awe, after all the fame I felt I evolve\n  I no longer bury demons\n  I be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely breathing, I'm singing\n  Life is all about the evolution\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  You can dream but don't neglect the execution\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  Time is short that's what somebody told me\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  Too short to keep following your homies\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  I reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands\n  All of a sudden niggas pop a trunk and then we scram\n  Finger on trigger make a little nigga understand\n  What it's like to finally be the motherfuckin' man\n  Eyes wide that's from the power that the coward feels\n  Niggas die over bitches disrespecting dollar bills\n  Bloodshed that turned the city to a battlefield\n  I call it poison, you call it real (pop, pop, pop, pop)\n  That's how you feel?\n  Pistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat\n  Scattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete\n  Body laid on the concrete\n  Look, somebody laid on the concrete\n  No time for that, ain't no lookin' back, cause I'm running too\n  I made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning news\n  Overcame with a feeling I can't explain\n  'Cause that was my nigga James that was slain, he was 22\n  (Last night at around) He was 22\n  (22 year old black male, suspect, poor)\n  (I swear to God bruh)\n  We're gathered here today\n  (I swear to God)\n  To mourn the life of James McMillan Jr\n  (I swear to God, nigga, I'mma kill them niggas man)\n  A tragedy, another tragedy in the black community\n  (I promise you bro)\n  We got to do better, people\n  22 years old, this boy was too young\n  (I promise you bro, I'mma kill them niggas bro)\n  Our condolences go to his family, our prayers\n  (I'mma kill them niggas myself)\n  We know he's in a better place\n  But this has got to end, ladies and gentleman\n  We've got to come together, this is, this is, beyond words\n  Now I'd like 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taste\n[01:31.23] When I was a senior I was ballin' on my classmates\n[01:33.69] Niggas put three bullets in my car one hit the gas tank\n[01:36.18] Know I got a angel cause I'm supposed to have a halo\n[01:38.42] Right now, my lifestyle destined for a federal facility\n[01:41.63] For my ability to make them birds fly\n[01:43.68] Fiends wanna get higher than a bird's eye view\n[01:45.72] And who am I tell a nigga what to do?\n[01:47.63] I just apply this economics\n[01:49.46] My business ain't got the suit and tie\n[01:51.06] Keep a pistol at all times, niggas want what's mine\n[01:53.57] I can't oblige dog, I work too hard\n[01:55.59] So reach for it, get referred to God, I'm going hard nigga\n[01:58.57] I know you desperate for a change at the pen glide\n[02:01.73] But the only real change come from inside\n[02:03.89] But the only real change come from inside\n[02:06.59] But the only real change come from\n[02:08.78] In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n[02:11.56] But the only real change come from inside\n[02:14.12] But the only real change come from inside\n[02:16.64] But the only real change come from\n[02:18.52] Yeah, prodigal son\n[02:19.31] Got a new gun, this one\n[02:20.81] Don't run out of ammo lately been working on my handles\n[02:22.89] Can I ball, become a star, and remain my self\n[02:25.30] If I fall, dust it off and regain my self\n[02:27.83] Fuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt\n[02:30.31] I'm in awe, after all the fame I felt I evolve\n[02:33.53] I no longer bury demons\n[02:35.18] I be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely breathing, I'm singing\n[02:39.87] Life is all about the evolution\n[02:43.38] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[02:45.68] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n[02:49.04] You can dream but don't neglect the execution\n[02:52.68] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[02:55.55] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n[02:59.89] Time is short that's what somebody told me\n[03:03.28] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[03:05.43] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n[03:09.63] Too short to keep following your homies\n[03:12.83] I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n[03:15.65] I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n[03:17.78] I reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands\n[03:20.24] All of a sudden niggas pop a trunk and then we scram\n[03:22.76] Finger on trigger make a little nigga understand\n[03:25.13] What it's like to finally be the motherfuckin' man\n[03:27.69] Eyes wide that's from the power that the coward feels\n[03:30.05] Niggas die over bitches disrespecting dollar bills\n[03:32.60] Bloodshed that turned the city to a battlefield\n[03:35.00] I call it poison, you call it real (pop, pop, pop, pop)\n[03:36.82] That's how you feel?\n[03:37.61] Pistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat\n[03:39.97] Scattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete\n[03:42.51] Body laid on the concrete\n[03:45.15] Look, somebody laid on the concrete\n[03:47.45] No time for that, ain't no lookin' back, cause I'm running too\n[03:49.89] I made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning news\n[03:52.41] Overcame with a feeling I can't explain\n[03:54.50] 'Cause that was my nigga James that was slain, he was 22\n[03:57.34] (Last night at around) He was 22\n[04:00.30] (22 year old black male, suspect, poor)\n[04:09.18] (I swear to God bruh)\n[04:10.48] We're gathered here today\n[04:12.28] (I swear to God)\n[04:13.28] To mourn the life of James McMillan Jr\n[04:14.61] (I swear to God, nigga, I'mma kill them niggas man)\n[04:17.23] A tragedy, another tragedy in the black community\n[04:19.45] (I promise you bro)\n[04:21.01] We got to do better, people\n[04:22.27] 22 years old, this boy was too young\n[04:24.24] (I promise you bro, I'mma kill them niggas bro)\n[04:25.93] Our condolences go to his family, our prayers\n[04:29.11] (I'mma kill them niggas myself)\n[04:30.90] We know he's in a better place\n[04:33.69] But this has got to end, ladies and gentleman\n[04:35.72] We've got to come together, this is, this is, beyond words\n[04:45.40] Now I'd like to open this ceremony with a verse from","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Change\n  artist: J. Cole\n  album: 4 Your Eyez Only\n  duration_ms: 125000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: My intuition is telling me they'll be better days\n  start_ms: 2640\n  end_ms: 9790\n- text: Yeah, my intuition is telling me they'll be better days\n  start_ms: 9790\n  end_ms: 15440\n- text: I like this tone\n  start_ms: 15440\n  end_ms: 18550\n- text: Yeah, my intuition is telling me they'll be better days\n  start_ms: 18550\n  end_ms: 22030\n- text: I sit in silence and and find whenever I meditate\n  start_ms: 22030\n  end_ms: 24450\n- text: My fears alleviate, my tears evaporate\n  start_ms: 24450\n  end_ms: 26790\n- text: My faith don't deviate, ideas don't have a date\n  start_ms: 26790\n  end_ms: 29440\n- text: But see I'm growing and getting stronger with every breath\n  start_ms: 29440\n  end_ms: 31950\n- text: Bringing me closer to heaven's doors with every step\n  start_ms: 31950\n  end_ms: 34450\n- text: As we speak I'm in peace, no longer scared to die\n  start_ms: 34450\n  end_ms: 36940\n- text: Most niggas don't believe in God and so they terrified\n  start_ms: 36940\n  end_ms: 39390\n- text: It's either that or they be fearing they gon' go to Hell\n  start_ms: 39390\n  end_ms: 41700\n- text: Asking the father for forgiveness, God, I'm overwhelmed (please God, I want to go to Heaven)\n  start_ms: 41700\n  end_ms: 46300\n- text: As if he's spiteful like them white folks that control the jail\n  start_ms: 46300\n  end_ms: 49230\n- text: See I believe if God is real, he'll never judge a man\n  start_ms: 49230\n  end_ms: 51850\n- text: Because he knows us all and therefore he would understand\n  start_ms: 51850\n  end_ms: 54170\n- text: The ignorance that make a nigga take his brother's life\n  start_ms: 54170\n  end_ms: 56670\n- text: The bitterness and pain that got him beating on his wife\n  start_ms: 56670\n  end_ms: 59190\n- text: I know you desperate for a change at the pen glide\n  start_ms: 59190\n  end_ms: 62400\n- text: But the only real change come from inside\n  start_ms: 62400\n  end_ms: 64940\n- text: But the only real change come from inside\n  start_ms: 64940\n  end_ms: 67350\n- text: But the only real change come from\n  start_ms: 67350\n  end_ms: 69300\n- text: In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n  start_ms: 69300\n  end_ms: 72180\n- text: But the only real change come from inside\n  start_ms: 72180\n  end_ms: 74620\n- text: But the only real change come from inside\n  start_ms: 74620\n  end_ms: 77200\n- text: But the only real change come from\n  start_ms: 77200\n  end_ms: 78930\n- text: 'Yeah, my chosen religion: Jesus piece frozen from sinnin'''\n  start_ms: 78930\n  end_ms: 81420\n- text: Doin' dirt hoping to God He know my intentions\n  start_ms: 81420\n  end_ms: 83850\n- text: To see a million 'fore I see a casket\n  start_ms: 83850\n  end_ms: 85790\n- text: I got a baby on the way know he gon' be a bastard\n  start_ms: 85790\n  end_ms: 88340\n- text: I'm living fast like I'm in a drag race, how that cash 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end_ms: 259450\n- text: (I promise you bro)\n  start_ms: 259450\n  end_ms: 261010\n- text: We got to do better, people\n  start_ms: 261010\n  end_ms: 262270\n- text: 22 years old, this boy was too young\n  start_ms: 262270\n  end_ms: 264240\n- text: (I promise you bro, I'mma kill them niggas bro)\n  start_ms: 264240\n  end_ms: 265930\n- text: Our condolences go to his family, our prayers\n  start_ms: 265930\n  end_ms: 269110\n- text: (I'mma kill them niggas myself)\n  start_ms: 269110\n  end_ms: 270900\n- text: We know he's in a better place\n  start_ms: 270900\n  end_ms: 273690\n- text: But this has got to end, ladies and gentleman\n  start_ms: 273690\n  end_ms: 275720\n- text: We've got to come together, this is, this is, beyond words\n  start_ms: 275720\n  end_ms: 285400\n- text: Now I'd like to open this ceremony with a verse from\n  start_ms: 285400\nplain: |-\n  My intuition is telling me they'll be better days\n  Yeah, my intuition is telling me they'll be better days\n  I like this tone\n  Yeah, my intuition is telling me they'll be better days\n  I sit in silence and and find whenever I meditate\n  My fears alleviate, my tears evaporate\n  My faith don't deviate, ideas don't have a date\n  But see I'm growing and getting stronger with every breath\n  Bringing me closer to heaven's doors with every step\n  As we speak I'm in peace, no longer scared to die\n  Most niggas don't believe in God and so they terrified\n  It's either that or they be fearing they gon' go to Hell\n  Asking the father for forgiveness, God, I'm overwhelmed (please God, I want to go to Heaven)\n  As if he's spiteful like them white folks that control the jail\n  See I believe if God is real, he'll never judge a man\n  Because he knows us all and therefore he would understand\n  The ignorance that make a nigga take his brother's life\n  The bitterness and pain that got him beating on his wife\n  I know you desperate for a change at the pen glide\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from\n  In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from\n  Yeah, my chosen religion: Jesus piece frozen from sinnin'\n  Doin' dirt hoping to God He know my intentions\n  To see a million 'fore I see a casket\n  I got a baby on the way know he gon' be a bastard\n  I'm living fast like I'm in a drag race, how that cash taste\n  When I was a senior I was ballin' on my classmates\n  Niggas put three bullets in my car one hit the gas tank\n  Know I got a angel cause I'm supposed to have a halo\n  Right now, my lifestyle destined for a federal facility\n  For my ability to make them birds fly\n  Fiends wanna get higher than a bird's eye view\n  And who am I tell a nigga what to do?\n  I just apply this economics\n  My business ain't got the suit and tie\n  Keep a pistol at all times, niggas want what's mine\n  I can't oblige dog, I work too hard\n  So reach for it, get referred to God, I'm going hard nigga\n  I know you desperate for a change at the pen glide\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from\n  In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from inside\n  But the only real change come from\n  Yeah, prodigal son\n  Got a new gun, this one\n  Don't run out of ammo lately been working on my handles\n  Can I ball, become a star, and remain my self\n  If I fall, dust it off and regain my self\n  Fuck 'em all, they don't know all the pain I felt\n  I'm in awe, after all the fame I felt I evolve\n  I no longer bury demons\n  I be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely breathing, I'm singing\n  Life is all about the evolution\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  You can dream but don't neglect the execution\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  Time is short that's what somebody told me\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  Too short to keep following your homies\n  I give up, I give in, I move back a little\n  I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more\n  I reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands\n  All of a sudden niggas pop a trunk and then we scram\n  Finger on trigger make a little nigga understand\n  What it's like to finally be the motherfuckin' man\n  Eyes wide that's from the power that the coward feels\n  Niggas die over bitches disrespecting dollar bills\n  Bloodshed that turned the city to a battlefield\n  I call it poison, you call it real (pop, pop, pop, pop)\n  That's how you feel?\n  Pistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat\n  Scattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete\n  Body laid on the concrete\n  Look, somebody laid on the concrete\n  No time for that, ain't no lookin' back, cause I'm running too\n  I made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning news\n  Overcame with a feeling I can't explain\n  'Cause that was my nigga James that was slain, he was 22\n  (Last night at around) He was 22\n  (22 year old black male, suspect, poor)\n  (I swear to God bruh)\n  We're gathered here today\n  (I swear to God)\n  To mourn the life of James McMillan Jr\n  (I swear to God, nigga, I'mma kill them niggas man)\n  A tragedy, another tragedy in the black community\n  (I promise you bro)\n  We got to do better, people\n  22 years old, this boy was too young\n  (I promise you bro, I'mma kill them niggas bro)\n  Our condolences go to his family, our prayers\n  (I'mma kill them niggas myself)\n  We know he's in a better place\n  But this has got to end, ladies and gentleman\n  We've got to come together, this is, this is, beyond words\n  Now I'd like to open this ceremony with a verse from\n"}]