J.Cole Change Official Audio Chords

[G] _ _ _ My intuition is telling me [F#m] there'll be better days. _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] Yeah.
_ _ My intuition is telling me there'll be better [F#m] days.
Light stuff.
_ _ [D] Yeah.
[G] My intuition is telling me there'll be better days.
I sit in silence [F#m] and find whenever I meditate, my fears alleviate, my [Bm] tears evaporate, my faith don't deviate, ideas don't have a [G] date.
But see I'm growing and getting stronger with every breath, bringing me closer to heaven's doors with every [F#m] step.
As we speak, I'm at peace, no longer scared to [Bm] die.
Most niggas don't believe in God and so they [G] terrified.
It's either that or they be fearing they gon' go to hell.
Asking the Father for forgiveness [A] got him overwhelmed.
Please God.
As [D] if he's spiteful like them white folks that can go to [G] jail.
See I believe if God is really there for Judgement, because he knows us all and therefore [F#m] he would understand.
The ignorance to make a nigga take his brother's life.
The bitterness and pain that got him [Bm] beating on his wife.
I know you guessed before it's age, that the pen [G] glide.
But the only real change [F#m] come from inside.
But the only [C#] real change come from inside.
But the only real change [G] come from_
The cemeteries are in taste, I see men cry.
But the only [F#m] real change come from inside.
But the only real change come from inside.
But the only real change [D] come from_
My chosen religion, Jesus [F#m] peace frozen from sinning.
[D] Doing dirt, hoping to God, [B] he know my [A] intentions.
To see a million for I see a casket.
I got a baby on her, we know [D] he gon' be a bastard.
[G] I'm living fast like I'm in a drag race.
How that cash taste?
When [Bm] I was a senior I was [A] balling on my classmates.
Niggas [A#m] put three bullets in my car, one hit the [C#m] gas tank.
Know I got an angel [D] cause I'm supposed to have a halo right now.
My lifestyle destined for a federal facility.
For my [C#] ability to make them birds [A] fly.
Beans won't get higher [F#m] than a bird's eye.
You and who am I to tell a nigga what to do?
I just [Bm] apply.
It's economics, my business ain't got the super tie.
Keep a pistol [Gm] at all [A] times, niggas want what's mine.
I can't oblige dog, I work too hard.
So reach for it, get referred [Bm] to God.
I'm going hard nigga.
I know you desperate for [G] things that depend, glad.
But the only real things [F#m] come from inside.
And the only real things come from inside.
[D] And the only real things [G] come from_
The cemeteries learn things, I see men cry.
[F#] But the only real things [F#m] come from inside.
But the only real things come from inside.
But the only real [D] things come from_
Yeah, product was done, got a new gun.
This [Bm] one don't run out of ammo.
I know [E] lately been working on my [F#m] handles.
Can I [Bm] ball?
Become a star and remain myself.
If I fall, dust it off and regain myself.
Fuck them all, they don't know how the pain I felt.
I'm in [E] awe, after all the [Bm] fame I felt.
I evolve, [E] I no [F#] longer bury demons.
[Bm] I be a vessel [F#m] for the truth until I'm barely [Bm] breathing.
I'm singing.
_ [G] _ _ [Bm] Life is all about the [F#m] evolution.
I give in, I move back a little.
[Bm] I lift up, I lift up, now I'm back for more.
_ [F#m] _ [Bm] You can dream but don't neglect the [A] execution.
I give in, I move back [D] a little.
I lift up, I lift up, now I'm back [Bm] for more.
_ _ _ Down this road, that's where [F#m] somebody told me.
I give in, I move back a little.
I lift up, I lift up, now I'm back [G] for more.
_ _ You should keep following [F#m] your heart.
I give in, I move back a little.
I lift up, I lift up, now I'm back [G] for more.
I reminisce back to a time when niggas threw [C] their hands.
All of a sudden, [G] niggas pop and trunk and then [D] we scram.
Finger on trigger, make a little nigga understand.
What it's like to finally be the [Bm] motherfucking man.
Eyes wide, [G] that's from the power that the coward feels.
Niggas die [Dm] for bitches disrespecting [D] dollar bills.
Blood shed, then turn the city to a battlefield.
I call it poison, you call it real.
That's how you feel.
[G] Pistols be popping and niggas dropping a heartbeat.
Scattered like roaches, somebody laid on the [F#m] concrete.
Somebody laid on the [F#] concrete.
Look, somebody laid on the [G] concrete.
No time for that, ain't no looking back cause I'm running too.
I made it home, I woke up and turned on the [F#m] morning news.
Overcame with a feeling I can't explain.
Cause that was my nigga James that was slaying.
He was [G] 22.
Last night, around 7 o'clock.
He was 22.
_ Two year [D] old black male, suspect.
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ We're gathered here [Bm] today.
More than life, James McKinney Jr.
_ [Am] _ _
[Em] _ [G] Tragedy, another tragedy in the black community.
We got to do better [F#m] people.
22 years old, this boy was too young.
_ Our [G] condolences to his family.
Our prayers, we know he's in a better place.
_ _ [Gm]
[F#m] We know he's in a better place.
But this has got to end, ladies [A] and gentlemen. _
[G] We've got to come together.
This is [Em] _ _ _ _
[F#m] beyond words.
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[G] Now I'd like to open this ceremony with a verse.
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