Changes lyrics

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 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 the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero

Give the crack to the kids, who the hell cares?

One less hungry mouth on the welfare

First ship 'em dope and 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

Two 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 two 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

(chorus 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

Aww 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 and white is smokin' crack tonight

And the only time we chill is when we kill each other

It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other

And although it seems heaven sent

We ain't ready to see a black president

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 sleazy way

Sellin' crack to the kids. "I gotta get paid"

Well hey, well that's the way it is

(chorus x2)

[talking]

We gotta make a change...

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

Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live

And let's change the way we treat each other

You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do what 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 and the war in the Middle East

Instead of war on poverty

They got a war on drugs so the police can bother me

And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do

But now I'm back with the facts givin' it back to you

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

Crack you up and pimps smack you up

You gotta learn to hold ya own

They get jealous when they see ya with ya 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 sound 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

And I never get to lay back

'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs

Some punk that I roughed up way back

Comin' back after all these years

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat, that's the way it is (uh)

(chorus)

Some things will never change

• Artist:2Pac
• Album:CD Single