changes

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i still don’t know what i was waiting for
and my time was running wild
a million dead-end streets
every time i thought i’d got it made
it seemed the taste was not so sweet
so i turned myself to face me
but i’ve never caught a glimpse
of how the others must see the faker
i’m much too fast to take that test

ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
ch-ch-changes
don’t have to be a richer man
ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
ch-ch-changes
don’t want to be a better man
time may change me
but i can’t trace time

i watch the riplets change their size
but never leave the stream
of warm impermanence
so the days flow thru my eyes
but the days still seem the same
and these children that you spit on
as they try to change their worlds
are immune to your consolations
they’re quite aware of what they’re going
thru

ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
ch-ch-changes
don’t tell them to grow up and out of it
ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
where’s your shame
you’ve left us up to our necks in it
time may change them
but you can’t trace time

strange fascination, fascinating me
changes are taking the pace i’m going
through

ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
ch-ch-changes
look out you rock ’n rollers
ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
ch-ch-changes
pretty soon you’re gonna get a little older
time may change me
but i can’t trace time.

...

(bkz: 2pac)

(come on, come on)

i see no changes, wake up in the morning and i ask myself
is life worth living, or 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 snatch
cops give a damn about a negro
pull a trigger, kill a nigger, he’s a hero
givin back to the kids, who the hell cares
one less hungry mouth on the welfare
first ship them dope, let them deal to brothers
give them guns, step back and watch them kill each other
it’s time to fight back, that’s what huey said
2 shots in the dark, now huey’s dead
i got love for my brothers
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 that’s how it’s supposed be
how can you tell them 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
come on, come on
that’s just the way it is
things will never be the same
that’s just the way it is, ahh yeah

x2

i see no changes
all i see is racist faces
misplaced hate, makes disgrace the racist
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
cuz both black and white are smokin crack tonight
and the only time we chill is when we kill each other
it’s takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
and i know it’s seems heaven since
we aint ready, to see a black president
it aint a secret of a sealed up fact
penetentiarys packed, and it’s filled with blacks
but some things will never change
tried to show another way, but ya stayin in the dope game
now tell me what’s a mother to 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 sleezy way
sellin crack to the kids
- i gotta get paid -
well hey, well that’s the way it is

chorus
talking ...

we gotta make a change
it’s time for us as a people to start making some changes
lets change the way we eat
lets change the way live
lets change the way we treat each other
see our old way wasn’t working
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?
there’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 aint never did a crime i aint have to do
but now i’m back from the locks givin back to you
don’t let them 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 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 aint cool
but momma didn’t raise no fool
and as long as i stay black
i gotta stay strapped
and i never get to lay back
cuz i always gotta worry bout the payback
some punk that i ruffed up way back
comin back after all these years
rat-tat-tat-tat-tat, that’s the way it is

chorus

some things will never change.