Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Changes, artist - Fitness Music.
Date of issue: 12.01.2015
Song language: English
Changes |
I see no changes, wake up in the morning and I ask myself |
Is life worth livin'? |
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 to 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 change… 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 |
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 actin' right |
‘Cause both black and white are 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, but 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 |
That’s just the way it is |
Things’ll never be the same |
That’s just the way it is, aww yeah |
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 workin' |
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 a 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 pimp-smack you up |
You gotta learn to hold your own |
They get jealous when they see you with your 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 payback |
Some buck that I roughed up way back |
Comin' back after all these years |
«Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat,» 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 |
(You're my brother, you’re my sister) |
That’s just the way it is |
Things’ll never be the same |
That’s just the way it is, aww yeah |
Some things’ll never change |