feat Talent-Changes

Come on, come onI see no changes, wake up in the morning, and I ask myselfIs life worth living, should I blast myself?I'm tired of bein' poor, and even worse I'm blackMy stomach hurts, so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatchCops give a damn about a negroPull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a heroGive the crack to the kids who the hell caresOne less hungry mouth on the welfareFirst, ship 'em dope and let 'em deal the brothersGive 'em guns, step back, watch 'em kill each otherIt's time to fight back, that's what Huey saidTwo shots in the dark, now Huey's deadI got love for my brother, but we can never go nowhereUnless we share with each otherWe gotta start makin' changes