2 Pac - Changes Lyrics
Come on come on I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myselfIs life worth living should I blast myself?Im tired of bein poor and even worse Im blackMy stomach hurts so Im lookin for a purse to snatchCops give a damn about a negro pull the trigger kill a nigga hes a heroGive crack to the kids who the hell cares one less ugly mouth on the welfareFirst ship em dope & let em deal the brothersGive em guns step back watch em kill each otherIts time to fight back thats what huey said2 shots in the dark now hueys deadI got love for my brother but we can never go nowhereUnless we share with each other we gotta start makin changesLearn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangersAnd thats how its supposed to beHow can the devil take a brother if hes close to me?Id love to go back to when we played as kidsBut things changed, and thats the way it is[bridge w/ changing ad libs]Come on come on thats just the way it is thingsll never be the sameThats just the way it is aww yeah[repeat]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, lets erase the wastedTake the evil out the people theyll be acting rightcause both black and white is smokin crack tonightAnd only time we chill is when we kill each otherIt takes skill to be real, time to heal each otherAnd although it seems heaven sent we aint ready, to see a black president, uhhIt aint a secret dont conceal the factThe penitentiarys packed, and its filled with blacksBut some things will never changeTry to show another way but you stayin in the dope gameNow tell me whats a mother to do bein real dont appeal to the brother in youYou gotta operate the easy wayI made a g today but you made it in a sleazy waySellin crack to the kid. I gotta get paid,Well hey, well thats the way it is[bridge][talking:]We gotta make a change...Its time for us as a people to start makin some changes.Lets change the way we eat, lets change the way we liveAnd lets change the way we treat each other.You see the old way wasnt working so its on us to doWhat we gotta do, to survive.And still I see no changes cant a brother get a little peaceIts war on the streets & the war in the middle eastInstead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs so the police can bother meAnd I aint never did a crime I aint have to doBut now Im back with the blacks givin it back to youDont let em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp slap you upYou gotta learn to hold ya ownThey get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phoneBut tell the cops they cant touch thisI dont trust this when they try to rush I bust thisThats the sound of my tool you say it aint cool my mama didnt raise no foolAnd as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped & I never get to lay backcause I always got to worry bout the pay backsSome buck that I roughed up way back comin back after all these yearsRat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat thats the way it is uhh[bridge til fade]
