Changes, interpreted by David C. Kingsley
originally by Lesane Parish Crooks, a.k.a. Makaveli.
i see no changes
wake up in the morning and i ask myself,
is live worth livin?
should i blast myself?
i'm tired of being of a whore
and even worse i'm white
my soul hurts
so i'm lookin for wrong to right.
cops gunned down a true he-ro
pulled a trigga
killed a nigga,
now he breathes no mo'.
give it back to the kids,
i'll tell ya who cares
one less hungry spirit,
lookin for someone who cares.
first spit ya' dope,
let 'em know
we ain't got no mothers
give 'em hope,
and don't look back
and watch 'em heal each other.
it's time to give back,
that's what pac said
5 shots in the dark
and 'ya knew 'es dead
i got love 4 all my brothers,
but we can go nowhere,
unless we care for one another
we gotta start makin' changes!
yearn to see each other as brothers,
instead of too distant strangers.
and that's how it's s'posed to be,
how can another hate his brother
if they both can see?
i'd love to go back to where we played as kids,
but thangs changed
and that's just the way it is.
(chorus)(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...
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i see no changes,
all they be is racist haters,
misplaced hate,
makes a race digrace us.
we blunder, i wonder
what'll it take to make this
one better place
let's erase the hatred.
take the regal out the people,
and they'll be reactin' right...
'cuz both black and white,
are smokin' crack tonight.
and the only time we real
is when we will to love another
it takes skill to be real,
time to heal each other.
And though it seems heaven sent,
we ain't ready to see a black president.
It aint' a secret,
don't conceal the fact...
the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks.
but some things will forever change
Try to grow some day,
but you know some still playin wit' the dope game,
now what's your brother to do,
cold steel don't even scare the brother in you.
If you wanna operate in the easy way,
you could make a G today,
but ya make it in a sleazy way,
sellin' crack to ya own kids,
'i gotta get paid'
well, hey, that's the way it is...
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 we live,
and lets change the way we treat each other.
you see the old way wasn't working,
so it's up to 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 a 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 we stay trapped, some gotta stay strapped & we can never get to lay back.
'Cause we always got to worry 'bout the pay backs.
Some young bucks that got roughed up way back... comin' back after all these years.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat. That's the way it is. uhh
My interpretation of Changes, by Lesane Parish Crooks.
