I see no changes, wake up in the morning and ask myself 'Is life worth living, should I blast myself?' I'm tired of being poor & even worse I'm black, my stomach hurts so I'm looking 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.
