Verse One
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 being 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 a trigger kill a nigger he's a hero. Give the crack to da kids who da hell cares. One less hungry mouth on a welfare. First ship 'em dope let 'em deal to brothers. Give 'em guns step back let 'em kill each other. It's time to fight back that's what Hueys dead. I got luv for my brothers. But we could never go no where, 'less we share with each other. We gotta stop to make some changes. Learn to see me as a brother instead of two distant strangers, And that's how it's supposed to be. How could I ever take a brother if he's close to me, uh~ I love to go back to when we played as kids, But things change, and that's the way it is.
Chorus
That's just the way it is. Things would never be the same. That's just the way it is. Ahhh yeah~
Verse Two
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 black and white are smokin' crack tonight. And only time we deal is when we kill each other. It takes skills to be real, time to heal each other. and though it seems heaven sent, We ain't ready, to see a black President, huh.. 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 stayin' in da dope game. Now, tell me what's a mother do to, Being real don't appeal to da brother in you. Ya 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, that way it is.
2PAC Talking..
We gotta makes a change. Time for us and some peoples stop makin some changes. Let's change way we eat. Let's change way we live. And let's change way we treat each other. We see, the old way wasn't workin, So it's on us to do what we gotta do, to survive.
Verse Three
And still Isee no changes, can't a brother get a little peace. There's war on the streets and the war onthe Middle East, Instead of a war on poverty. They got a war on drugs so the police can bother me. I ain't never did no crime, I ain't have to do, But now I'm back on the tracks 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 your own. They get jealous when they see you with your mobile phone. We tell the cops can't touch this, I don't trust this. When they try to rush, I bust this. That's sound on the true, they say it ain't cool. My momma didn't raise no fool. And as long as I stay black, I gotta stay strapped. And I never get to laid back. Cuz I always gotta worry about the pay back. From some buck that I roughed up way back. Coming back after all these years, Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And that's the way it is...