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
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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
