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

11/4/2008 9:03:29 PM

you think a crap thread like this is gonna play on election night?

gtfo

11/4/2008 9:03:53 PM

That's just the way it is, qntmfred

11/4/2008 9:04:25 PM

tupacalypse

11/4/2008 9:05:05 PM

11/4/2008 9:05:37 PM

no room for obama in thug mansion

11/4/2008 9:06:08 PM

break out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin condoms !

11/4/2008 9:06:09 PM

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.

11/4/2008 9:07:50 PM

sir i think you mean


Changes
David Bowie

I still don't know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
Every time I thought I'd got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But I've never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I'm much too fast to take that test

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Don't want to be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I can't trace time

I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence and
So the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Don't tell t hem to grow up and out of it
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Where's your shame
You've left us up to our necks in it
Time may change me
But you can't trace time

Strange fascination, fascinating me
Changes are taking the pace I'm going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Oh, look out you rock 'n rollers
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Pretty soon you're gonna get a little older
Time may change me
But I can't trace time
I said that time may change me
But I can't trace time

11/4/2008 9:07:59 PM

How are you going to leave out the one line about not being ready to see a black president???

11/4/2008 9:09:35 PM

Halfrican American != Black


Slave Rule 317B...have to be at least 51 percent black to be black

11/4/2008 9:10:52 PM

fuck that...if they are 3/5 of a vote they gotta be at least 60% black

11/4/2008 9:11:33 PM

Awesome

11/4/2008 9:13:18 PM

Quote :

"How are you going to leave out the one line about not being ready to see a black president??? "

Cause shit be changin' son

11/4/2008 9:18:23 PM

I, too, am able to copy and paste song lyrics

11/4/2008 9:18:51 PM

^HIGH FIVE!!!

11/4/2008 9:20:23 PM