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1. Աշոտ said...
   January 21, 2009

   Փոփոխությունների հույսը հիշեցրեց այս հրաշալի երգը

   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a2ucUWr_7kE

   տեսնենք ինչ կստացվի …

   Tupac
   Changes lyrics
   [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 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]

   [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 facts 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 punk that I roughed up way back
   Comin’ back after all these years
   Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat that’s the way it is uhh

   [Bridge 'til fade]

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