Joee Changes Lyrics

Changes Lyrics

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 crack to the kids who the hell cares one less ugly mouth on the
welfare 
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers 
give 'em
guns step back 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 instead 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 changed, 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 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 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 you 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 kid. " 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 
It'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 blacks givin' it back to
you 
Don't 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 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 ain't cool my 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