Come on come on
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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 & 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 the crack to the kids who the hell cares
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one less hungry 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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[Bridge w/ changing ad libs]
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Come on come on
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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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[Repeat]
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[2]
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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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[Bridge]
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[Talking:]
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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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[3]
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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 facts 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 punk that I roughed up way back
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comin¡¯ back after all these years
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rat-tat-tat-tat-tat that¡¯s the way it is uhh
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[Bridge 'til fade]
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Changes (feat. Talent)
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