Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Changes, artist - Alex Goot. Album song Songs I Wish I Wrote, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 15.08.2010
Record label: Alex Goot
Song language: English
Changes |
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 crack to the kids who the hell cares |
One less ugly mouth 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 |
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 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, uhh |
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 kid. |
«I gotta get paid,» |
Well hey, well that’s the way it is |
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 & 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 blacks 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 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 |
& I never get to lay back |
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs |
Some buck that I roughed up way back |
Comin' back after all these years |
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-t at that’s the way it is uhh |