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2pac - changes (verse 1, verse 2, interlude, verse 3, & outro) lyrics

[verse 1]
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 being poor and, even worse, i’m black
my stomach hurts so i’m looking for a purse to sn+tch
cops give a d+mn about a negro
pull the trigger, k!ll a n+gga, he’s a hero
“give the crack to the kids, who the h+ll cares?
one less hungry mouth on the welfare”
first, ship ’em dope and let ’em deal da brothers
give ’em guns, step back, watch ’em k!ll each other
“it’s time da 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 making changes
learn da 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? uh
i’d love da go back to when we played as kids
but things change, and that’s the way it is

[verse 2]
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 are smoking crack tonight
and the only time we chill is when we k!ll each other
it takes sk!ll da be real, time da heal each other
and, although it seems heaven+sent
we ain’t ready da see a black president, uh
it ain’t a secret, don’t conceal the fact
the penitentiary’s packed and it’s filled wit’ blacks
but some things will never change
try da show another way, but you staying in the dope game
now, tell me, what’s a mother da do?
being real don’t appeal to the brother in you (yeah)
you gotta operate the easy way
“i made a g today”, but you made it in a sleazy way
selling crack to the kids, “i gotta get paid”
well, hey, well, that’s the way it is
[interlude]
we gotta make a change
it’s time for us as a people da start making 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 da survive
and, still, i

[verse 3]
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, giving 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 a hold cha own
they get jealous when they see you wit’ cha mobile phone
but tell the cops they can’t touch this
i don’t trust this, when they try da 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
coming back after all these years
“rat+a+tat+tat+tat+tat”, that’s the way it is
[outro]
some things’ll never change

- 2pac lyrics

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