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This is a couple of lyrics by a rapper that I adore. His name is 2pac.

CHANGES

BY TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR

-1-

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 & 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 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

 

Bridge w/ changing ad libs

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

 

-2-

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

 

Bridge

 

Talking:

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.

 

-3-

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

 

 

 

 

This is 2pac
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BETTER DAYZ

By Tupac Amaru Shakur

 

 

Lookin for these better days

Better days, heyyy! Better days

Got me thinkin bout better days

Better days! Better days, better days

Heyyy! Better days

Got me thinkin bout better days

 

[Verse One]

Time to question our lifestyle, look how we live

Smokin weed like it ain't no thang, so even kids

wanna try now, they lie down and get ran through

Nobody watched 'em clockin the evil man do

Faced with the demons, addicted to hearin victims screamin

Guess we was evil since birth, product of cursed semens

Cause even our birthdays is cursed days

A born thug in the first place, the worst ways

I'd love to see the block in peace

With no more dealers and crooked cops, the only way to stop the beast

And only we can change

It's up to us to clean up the streets, it ain't the same

Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears

Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years

Passed by his family, but what could I say?

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

And pray for better days

 

Better days, better days, heyyy!

Better days.. got me thinkin bout better days

Better days, better days, better days

Heyyy! Better days

Got me thinkin bout better days

 

[Verse Two]

Thinkin back as an adolescent, who would've guessed

that in my future years, I'd be stressin

Some say the ghetto's sick and corrupted

Plus my P.O. won't let me hang with the brothers I grew up with

Tryin to keep my head up and stay strong

All my homies slangin llello all day long, but they wrong

So I'm solo and so broke

Savin up for some Jordan's, cause they dope

I got a girl and I love her but she broke too, and so am I

I can't take her to the place she wanna go to

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

Makin passionate love 'til the daylight

Plus we about to get evicted, can't pay the rent

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friend

Tell me you pregnant and I'm amazed

So many blessings while we stressin

Lookin for them better days

 

For better days, better days, better days, heyyy!

Better days.. got me thinkin bout better days

Better days, better days, better days

Heyyy! Better days.. got me thinkin bout better days

 

[Verse Three]

Now me and you was real cool, hell on them square fools

Since back in high school, we was true, me and you

Hardly parted or seperated, we stayed faded

Affiliated with gangbangers and still made it

Up in the gym, mess with me, gotta mess with him

Still dressin like grown men when rollin

I went to dark, smokin Newports, gamin marks

Got a place in my heart, homey stay smart

Locked you up in the pen, and gave you three to ten

I send you letters with naked flicks of old friends

Hopin you well, I know it's hell

Doin time in the cells, you need mail, when you in jail

And me I'm doin cool

I settled down, had a family, workin in night school

Every once in a while, I reminisce

And wonder how we ever came to this

I miss the better days

 

Better days, better days, heyyy!

Better days.. I'm thinkin bout better days

Better days, better days, better days

Heyyy! Better days.. got me thinkin bout better days

 

I send this one out, to all the homeboys down in uh, Clinton lockdown

Rikers Island, all them dudes I was uh locked up with, hehe

E Block, F Block, lower H

N-I-C in Rikers Island, downstate

All the peoples I met along the way

Better days is comin homeboy, keep your head up

 

Better days, better days, better days

Heyyy! Better days.. Uhh, lookin for the better days

Better days, better days, lookin for the better days

Heyyy! Hahaha..

 

 

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