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2Pac (Tupac Shakur) - 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 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 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]

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.
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 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 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

[Bridge 'til fade]
Some things never change.

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Stan Borys : Jaskó³ka uwiêziona

Jaskó³ka czarny sztylet, wydarty z piersi wiatru
Nag³a smutku kotwica, z niewidzialnego jachtu
Katedra j± z³owi³a w sklepienia sieæ wysok±
Jak ¶mieræ kamienna bry³a
Jak wyrok na prostok±t.
Jaskó³ka b³yskawica w ko¶ciele obumar³ym
Tnie jak-
czrne no¿yce lêk który j± ogarnia

Jaskó³ka siostra burzy, szalona fruwaj±ca
Ponad g³owami ludzi w których troska siê b³±ka
Jaskó³ka znak podniebny jak symbol nieuchwytna
Zwabiona w ch³ód katedry przestroga i modlitwa

Nie przetnie bi-
a³ej ciszy pod chmur± o³owian±
Lotu swego nie zni¿y nad ³±ki z³ot± plam±
Przera¿a mnie ta chwila która jej wolno¶æ skrad³a
Jaskó³ka czarny brylant wrzucony tu przez diab³a

Na wieczne wirowanie na bezszelestn± mêkê
Na gniazda nie zazna....

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