Come on come on
I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself
is life worth living should I blast myself?
Im tired of bein poor & even worse Im black
my stomach hurts so Im lookin for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro
pull the trigger kill a nigga hes a hero
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares
one less hungry mouth on the welfare
First ship em dope & let em deal the brothers
give em guns step back watch em kill each other
Its time to fight back thats what Huey said
2 shots in the dark now Hueys 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 thats how its supposed to be
How can the Devil take a brother if hes close to me?
Id love to go back to when we played as kids
but things changed, and thats the way it is
Come on come on
Thats just the way it is
Thingsll never be the same
Thats 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, lets erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people theyll 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 aint ready, to see a black President, uhh
It aint a secret dont conceal the fact
the penitentiarys packed, and its filled with blacks
But some things will never change
try to show another way but you stayin in the dope game
Now tell me whats a mother to do
bein real dont 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 thats the way it is
We gotta make a change...
Its time for us as a people to start makin some changes.
Lets change the way we eat, lets change the way we live
and lets change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way wasnt working so its on us to do
what we gotta do, to survive.
And still I see no changes cant a brother get a little peace
Its 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 aint never did a crime I aint have to do
But now Im back with the blacks givin it back to you
Dont let em jack you up, back you up,
crack you up and pimp slap 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 cant touch this
I dont trust this when they try to rush I bust this
Thats the sound of my tool you say it aint cool
my mama didnt 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-tat-tat-tat-tat thats the way it is uhh
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