Changes
Come on, come onI see no changes, wake up in the morning and I ask myselfIs life worth living? Should I blast myself?I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm blackMy stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatchCops give a damn about a negro?Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a heroGive the crack to the kids, who the hell cares?One less hungry mouth on the welfareFirst ship 'em dope and let 'em deal the brothersGive 'em guns, step back, watch 'em kill each otherIt's time to fight back, that's what Huey saidTwo shots in the dark, now Huey's deadI got love for my brotherBut we can never go nowhere unless we share with each otherWe gotta start makin' changesLearn to see me as a brother instead of two distant strangersAnd that's how it's supposed to beHow can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?I'd love to go back to when we played as kidsBut things changed, and that's the way it is
(chorus x2)Come on, come onThat's just the way it isThings'll never be the sameThat's just the way it isAww yeah
I see no changes, all I see is racist facesMisplaced hate makes disgrace to racesWe under I wonder what it takes to make thisOne better place, let's erase the wastedTake the evil out the people, they'll be acting right'Cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonightAnd the only time we chill is when we kill each otherIt takes skill to be real, time to heal each otherAnd although it seems heaven sentWe ain't ready to see a black presidentIt ain't a secret, don't conceal the factThe penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with BlacksBut some things will never changeTry to show another way but you stayin' in the dope gameNow tell me what's a mother to doBein' real don't appeal to the brother in youYou gotta operate the easy way"I made a G today", but you made it in a sleazy waySellin' crack to the kids. "I gotta get paid"Well hey, well that's the way it is
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[talking]We gotta make a change...It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changesLet's change the way we eat, let's change the way we liveAnd let's change the way we treat each otherYou see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do what we gotta doTo survive
And still I see no changes, can't a brother get a little peace?It's war on the streets and the war in the Middle EastInstead of war on povertyThey got a war on drugs so the police can bother meAnd I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to doBut now I'm back with the facts givin' it back to youDon't let 'em jack you up, back you upCrack you up and pimps smack you upYou gotta learn to hold ya ownThey get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phoneBut tell the cops they can't touch thisI don't trust this, when they try to rush I bust thisThat's the sound of my tool, you say it ain't coolMy mama didn't raise no foolAnd as long as I stay black I gotta stay strappedAnd I never get to lay back'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backsSome punk that I roughed up way backComin' back after all these yearsRat-tat-tat-tat-tat, that's the way it is (uh)
(chorus)
Some things will never change