| I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself
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| Is life worth living should I blast myself?
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| I’m tired of bein' poor and even worse I’m black
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| My stomach hurts so I’m lookin' for a purse to snatch
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| Cops give a damn about a negro
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| Pull the trigger kill a nigga he’s a hero
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| Give crack to the kids who the hell cares
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| One less ugly mouth on the welfare
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| First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers
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| Give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other
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| It’s time to fight back that’s what Huey said
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| 2 shots in the dark now Huey’s dead
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| I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
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| Unless we share with each other
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| We gotta start makin' changes
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| Learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers
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| And that’s how it’s supposed to be
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| How can the Devil take a brother if he’s close to me?
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| I’d love to go back to when we played as kids
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| But things changed, and that’s the way it is
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| That’s just the way it is
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| Things’ll never be the same
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| That’s just the way it is
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| Aww yeah
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| I see no changes all I see is racist faces
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| Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
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| We under I wonder what it takes to make this
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| One better place, let’s erase the wasted
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| Take the evil out the people they’ll be acting right
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| 'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight
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| And only time we chill is when we kill each other
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| It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
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| And although it seems heaven sent
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| We ain’t ready, to see a black President, uhh
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| It ain’t a secret don’t conceal the fact
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| The penitentiary’s packed, and it’s filled with blacks
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| But some things will never change
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| Try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game
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| Now tell me what’s a mother to do
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| Bein' real don’t appeal to the brother in you
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| You gotta operate the easy way
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| «I made a G today» But you made it in a sleazy way
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| Sellin' crack to the kid. |
| «I gotta get paid,»
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| Well hey, well that’s the way it is
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| We gotta make a change…
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| It’s time for us as a people to start makin' some changes
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| Let’s change the way we eat, let’s change the way we live
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| And let’s change the way we treat each other
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| You see the old way wasn’t working so it’s on us to do
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| What we gotta do, to survive
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| And still I see no changes can’t a brother get a little peace
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| It’s war on the streets & the war in the Middle East
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| Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs
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| So the police can bother me
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| And I ain’t never did a crime I ain’t have to do
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| But now I’m back with the blacks givin' it back to you
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| Don’t let 'em jack you up, back you up
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| Crack you up and pimp smack you up
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| You gotta learn to hold ya own
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| They get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone
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| But tell the cops they can’t touch this
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| I don’t trust this when they try to rush I bust this
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| That’s the sound of my tool you say it ain’t cool
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| My mama didn’t raise no fool
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| And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped
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| & I never get to lay back
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| 'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs
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| Some buck that I roughed up way back
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| Comin' back after all these years
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| Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-t at that’s the way it is uhh |