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2pac
- Changes


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?"
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 & let 'em deal the brothers.
Give 'em guns, step back, and watch 'em 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 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 'stead of 2 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.

(Come on, come on) That's just the way it is. Things'll never be the same.
That's just the way it is. aww yeah...
[Repeat]

I see no changes. All I see is racist faces.
Misplaced hate makes disgrace for 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 mo' black than 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 ain't ready to see a black President, uhh.
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 they 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, well that's the way it is.

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 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 & 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 givin' 'em 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 ya own.
They get jealous when they see ya with ya 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 tune. You say it ain't cool, but mama didn't 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-a-tat-tat-tat-tat. That's the way it is. uhh

Some things never change...


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How Come
-D12


How Come.. we dont even talk no more
And you dont even call no more
We dont barely
keep in touch at all
and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through
the grapevine.. we even Beefin Now
After all the years we've been down.. aint no way no how
This bullshit
cant be true
We Family.. aint a damn thing changed.. unless its you!

We were so young
So full of life and vibrance
side by side, wherever you was riding, I went
So close, almost on some bonnie
and clyde shit
When Ronnie died you was right by my side
with a shoulder to cry on and tissue to
wipe my eyes
and a bucket to catch ever tear I cried inside it.
You even had the same type of childhood
I did..
sometimes I just wanna know why is it that you succaim to yours
and mine I survived it.
You ran the streets, I 9 to 5ed it
we grew up, grew apart as time went by us..
and I blew up to both
yours and mines surprises.
Now I feel a vibe I just cant describe it
much as your pride tries to
hide it. your cold
your touch is just like ice.
And your eyes is a look of resentment.
I can sense it and I dont like it.

How Come.. we dont even talk no more
And you dont even call no more
We dont barely keep in touch at all
and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard
it through the grapevine.. We even Beefin Now
After all the years we've been down.. aint no way no how
This bullshit cant be true
We Family.. aint a damn thing changed.. unless its you!

It was my dream at first to be off spitting a verse
on my own album with a deal but shit got worse
fore..
I came out I woulda killed a nigga first
for I let him disrespect me, or check me over some
worthless bitch that I wasnt with
I woulda hit it and quit
but you were fitting to talk with her and tell her
she was the shit
I told you dont get involved with her
you would smoke in the car with her
coming outta the bar with her
stumbling half drunk
like you were husband and wife or somethin
but me catching her fuckin other niggas musta hurt your pride or something
cause you were openin your
mouth to people like you wanted with me.
when all I tried to do was show that your bitch was shifty.
And every sister, fares and all the shit that I produced
you acting like I aint your man and lying like
she cant be loose.
But I am really your friend, I'm just trying to tell ya the truth.
Dont hate the game or the player
the one thats changing is you.

How Come.. we dont even
talk no more
And you dont even call no more
We dont barely keep in touch at all
and I dont even
feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grapevine.. We even Beefin Now
After all the years we've been down.. aint no way no how
This bullshit cant be true
We Family.. aint a damn
thing changed.. unless its you!

Its gets lonely at the top cause my homie had to
stop now we acting like I gotta live only for the block.
And homies in the hood only see me on the
tube So they gossip on the porch
Get ta speaking all rude. fools I used to rap wit all expect magic
like my finger get to snappin
and poof it just happen.
But proof is just acting out the part he was thrown,
shady made it so my babies aint starving at home.
See the devil in your glance,
since the ghetto
we been friends, forever real intellegence,
thats forever till the end.
I peep the hatred in
your eyes, and the satan in your lies,
aint wasting my time with these snakes in disguise.
(HOW
COME) When you talk it's with bitter and spite?
(AND HOW COME) It's my fault for what you did with
your life?
And everytime I go to hear you play, you look away,
we barely embrace, you cant even
look me in my face....


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