Verse 1-
I’ve been wishing that I was rich as Madonna from a
different genre with some pajamas that I
bought at a ridiculous cost, expensive cars
like Benz's and Ferrari's sitting in my garages,
a television so long, its similar to a cinema when it's
on, a million dollar gym, with a sauna, blond ho's
looking like Marilyn Monroe, soo much ice
on my wrist that time froze... Kidding.
I'll turn your condo swimming pool full of
swans into a pond infested with vicious piranhas.
Man. Give a damn if you're feeling it or not.
Still it's an onslaught of beyond hot lyricism
so ill, if this song drops, it'll be on top. A long shot,
really. But, I will be drilling your sore spot
with spin kicks like the filming of Ong Bak.
Killing it non-stop for the..

Chorus-
Change, I need. I need change, baby. Change.

Verse 2-
Wanted change, dug for common cents,
But I came up with pocket lint. If success were
based off of the way I feel, staying real would
bring enough money to pay the bills. It's time to
make it happen, rake the cash in. And take the ration
instead of lying here to wait for action. To hell
with keeping it real. I'm trying to eat a decent
meal I won't need to steal without seeking a deal.
Been run down from bills and late payments. Still
I will continue to build and wait patient to chill
on vacation with more scrill than Beverly Hills
real estate agents filling bank statements. Wouldn't
we all like getting the latest gear free on sight.
Just for having a name in neon lights? That'd
be alright.

(Chorus)
I've been wondering how much time I spent
hoping for the day things finally went
my way.. but I'm behind on rent
Reaching for change and finding lint always
working hard for a small amount
trying to make every dollar count
we pay even if we're balling out
This is what change is all about. Aye.

Verse 3-
Why would I lie with ridiculous claims no other
kid in this game got a bad ticket to fame and
caught back the end of a train wishing for change to
re-position his aim from an infinite chain of sinister
pain isn't it strange there's no switching the lanes
of the tracks from needles you stick in your
veins like a liquid that drains out of venomous fangs
slow as drizzling rain. This image ingrained
into my brain is simple and plain evidence I'm insane.
So they call me a stan.. It's StandPoint. Finish the name.
What, runner up? Nah. I'm coming for number 1
under the sun at what I love. Some day.
You never know. Let the drums play. Effort shows.