Changes feat. Talent

Changes feat. Talent

Track by 2Pac




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 being poor
and even worse I'm black
My stomach hurts
so I'm lookin for
a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro
Pull a trigger kill a nigger
he's a hero
Give the crack to da kids
who da hell cares
One less hungry mouth
on a welfare
First ship 'em dope
et 'em deal to brothers
Give 'em guns step back
let 'em kill each other
It's time to fight back
that's what Hueys dead
2 shots in the dark
now Huey's dead
I got luv for my brothers
But we could never go no where
'less we share with each other
We gotta stop
to make some changes
Learn to see me
as a brother instead of
two distant strangers
And that's how
it's supposed to be
How could I ever take a brother
if he's close to me, uh
I love to go back to
when we played as kids
But things change
and that's the way it is
Come on come on
That's just the way it is
Things would never be the same
That's just the way it is
(That's just the way it is)
Ahhh yeah
(kill me, yeah)
That's just the way it is
(way it is)
Things would never be the same
(never be the same)
That's just the way it is
(way it is)
Ahhh yeah
I see no changes
all I see is racist faces
Misplaced hate makes
disgrace to races
We under, I wonder what it takes
to make this one better place
Let's erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people
they'll be acting right
Cause both black
black and white are
smokin' crack tonight
And only time we deal is
when we kill each other
It takes skills to be real
time to heal each other
and though it seems heaven sent
We ain't ready
to see a black President, huh
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 stayin' in da dope game
Now, tell me
what's a mother do to
Being real don't appeal

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