Artist: A.P. f/ Illmind
Album:  Inside a Change Soundtrack
Song:   All I Seen
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com

[Intro: A.P.]
I'm inside my change
Everything that I've seen
I feel the need, I feel the need

[A.P.]
Lookin at life through my mother's eyes
Another cry and disappointment from another try
Try, to get through to her offspring
But I ain't tryna get to what she offering
Nah, she say too often, she hear sirens go
She waitin for the call she gotta go
Cause they done left me so bad only my mother gonna know
See growin up, she tried to guide me slow, but yo
Street's is a mother-fucker
And even though that is my mother and I love her
I'm gonna go and try to get a come-up
Then come up with a way to make her smile
Tomorrow or whenever I sell out
Whichever comes first, it's worth the while
While I know my worth, she askin if I got an idea
where I'm gon' go first: the penitentiary or the hearse
And it hurts, and it hurts, as my verses said...

[Chorus]
In reply to why I live my life
Doin wrong, tryna make shit right
Based on all I seen... I got a need
In reply to why I live my life
Doin wrong, tryna make shit right
Based on all I seen... I got a need

[A.P.]
Lookin at life through a fiend's eyes
Seen skies of grey for everyday that I breathe, why
Always bein off the same high
Like whose son is this sellin broken dreams to the same guy?
Same lie I keep tellin myself
"I'ma quit," "I don't need no help"
And he's no help, always comin 'round, call him off the porch
Best thing about him, he'll take it short
Now while I snort, I drift off thinkin why that lady ain't abort
Then I wouldn't abort, now my vision is gettin sorta off
And he got the nerve to say he wanna have a talk, and I'm like sure 
Asked if I was willingly killin' me, I stopped and thought
said, "Really? Are you killin me from you I bought?"
So is you givin me an explanation? 
He looked at me face to face and sayin...

[Chorus]

[A.P.]
Lookin at life through a son's eyes
Daddy gone so it's me on that they rely, so try
Or it make me feel less of a man
If I can't provide best I can
So instead of planning for my future, I gamble with the present 
In the streets lease on presence, presents a message shit 
and you gotta know there's some messed up shit
I won't be there to open presents, cause at this time and present
I'm locked behind these gates, twenty-three hour sessions
Writin 'til my niggaz 'member me, I'm Eric
Wrote mommy told her she was right, she said it, and said it
But I ain't listen, never seen a punch comin something like Liston
Now I'm just a number on a list and
Callin every Sunday tryna hear somebody whisper
Hopin they don't drop the long distance, listen

[Chorus]