changes

come on come on

i see no changes wake up in the morning and i ask myself

is life worth living should i blast myself?

i'm tired of bein' poor & even worse i'm black

my stomach hutrs so i'm lookin' for purse to snatch

cops give a damne about e negro

pull the tigger kill a nigga he's a hero

give the crack to the kids who the hell cares

one less hungry month on the welfare

first ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers

give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other

it's time to fight back that's what huey said

2 shots in the dark now huey's dead

i got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere

unless we share with each other

we gotta start makin' changes

learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers

and that's how it's supposed to be

how can the devil take a brother if he's close to me?

i'd love to go back to when we played as kids

but things changed, and that's the way it is

-bridge-x2

come on come on

that's just the way it is

things'll never be the same

that's just the way it is

ah yeah

i see no changes all i see is racist faces

misplaced hate make disgrace to races

we under i wonder what it takes to make this

one better place, let's erase the wasted

thake the evil out the people they'll be acting right

'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight

and only time we chill is when we kill each other

and although it seems heaven sent

we ain't ready to see a black president, uh

it ain't a secret don't conceal the fact

the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks

but some things will never change

try to show another way but you stayin'in the dope game

now tell me what's a mother to do

bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you

you gotta operate the easy way

"i made a G today" but you made it in a sleezy way

sellin' crack to the kids " I gotta get paid "

well hey, well that's the way it is

bridge

talking:

we gotta make a change ....

it's time for us a people to start makin' some changes

let's change the way we eat, we treat each other

you see the old way we wasn't working so it's on us to do

wath we gotta do, to survive

and still i see no changes can't a brother get a little peace

it's war on the streets & the war in the middle East

instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs

so the police can brother me

and i ain't never did a crime i ain't have to do

but now i'm back with the black givin' it back to you

don't let 'em jack you up ,back you up

crack you up and pimp smack you up

you gotta learn to hold ya own 

they get jealous when they see ya with a mobile phone

but tell the cops they can't touch this

i don't trust this when they try to rush i bust this

that's the soud of my tool you say it ain't cool

my mama didn't raise no fool

and as long as i stay black i gotta stay strapped

& i never get to lay back

'cause i always got to worry 'boute the pay back

some buck after all these years

rat-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is

bridge 'til fad