Changes chords by 2Pac

...CHANGES... by 2Pac
-------------........

*Released 1998*

Intro:

Am Em, G/D C, Gadd9 D, Cadd9 (x3)

Verse 1:

(n.C)
 Come on, come on,
     Am           Em          Dsus4
I see no changes; wake up in the morning and I ask my-self;
            Csus2       G
"Is life worth living? Should I blast my-self?"
          D            C
I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black.
                        Am
My stomach hurts, so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch.
          Em    Dsus4
Cops give a damn a-bout a ne-gro?
         Csus2          G
Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a he-ro.
           D         C
Give the crack to the kids; who the Hell cares?
One less hungry mouth on the welfare.

Am       Em
 First ship 'em dope and let 'em deal to brothers,
Dsus4        Csus2
 Give 'em guns, step back, and watch 'em kill each other.
G          D            C
 "It's time to fight back", that's what Huey said;
Two shots in the dark, now Huey's dead.
Am         Em            Dsus4
 I got love for my brother, but we can never go nowhere,
     Csus2
Unless we share with each other.
G           D
 We gotta start makin' changes;
     C                     Am
Learn to see me as a brother 'stead of two distant strangers.
          Em
And that's how it's supposed to be;
      Dsus4            Csus2
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
G        D             Csus2
 I'd love to go back to when we played as kids,
But things changed, and that's the way it is.

Chorus 1:

G   Fmaj7  C
 Come on, come on, that's just the way it is,
G Fmaj7 C
      Things'll never be the same.
G Fmaj7 C
      That's just the way it is,
G Fmaj7 C
  Ah,  yeah.

G Fmaj7 C
      That's just the way it is,
G Fmaj7 C
      Things'll never be the same.
G Fmaj7 C
      That's just the way it is,
G Fmaj7 C
  Ah,  yeah.

Verse 2:

Am          Em
I see no changes; all I see is racist faces,
Dsus4           Csus2       G
 Misplaced hate makes dis-grace to races we under.
         D         C
I wonder what it takes to make this one better place;
Let's erase the wasted.
Am           Em            Dsus4
 Take the evil out the people; they'll be acting right,
          Csus2           G
'Cos both black and white are smokin' crack to-night.
         D             C
And only time we chill is when we kill each other;
It takes skill to be real; time to heal each other.

Am           Em
 And although it seems Heaven sent,
     Dsus4        Csus2
We ain't ready to see a black President, uh.
G               D
 It ain't a secret; don't con-ceal the fact;
     C
The peni-tentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks.
Am          Em
 But some things will never change;
    Dsus4           Csus2
Try to show another way, but they stayin' in the dope game.
G           D
 Now tell me what's a mother to do?
   C
Bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you.
Am           Em
 You gotta operate the easy way;
     Dsus4       Csus2        G
"I made a G today", but you made it in a sleazy way.
           D         C
Sellin' crack to the kids; "I gotta get paid",
Well, hey, well that's the way it is.

Chorus 2:

G   Fmaj7  C
 Come on, come on, that's just the way it is,
G Fmaj7 C
      Things'll never be the same.
G Fmaj7 C
      That's just the way it is,
G Fmaj7 C
  Ah,  yeah.

G Fmaj7 C
      That's just the way it is,
G Fmaj7 C
      Things'll never be the same.
G Fmaj7 C
      That's just the way it is,
G Fmaj7 C
  Ah,  yeah.

Verse 3:

Am   Em
We gotta make a change;
D           C              Gsus4
 It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
         D   C
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live,
Am              Em
 And let's change the way we treat each other.
D        C
 You see the old way wasn't working,
    Gsus4        D        C
So it's on us to do what we gotta do to sur-vive.

Am            Em
And still I see no changes; can't a brother get a little peace?
    Dsus4           Csus2       G
There's war on the streets and the war in the Middle East.
         D
Instead of war on poverty,
      C
They got a war on drugs so the police can bother me.
Am            Em          Dsus4
 And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do,
             Csus2           G
But now I'm back with the facts, givin' 'em back to you.
       D           C
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up,
Crack you up and pimp smack you up.

Am         Em
 You gotta learn to hold ya own;
     Dsus4              Csus2
They get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone.
  G            D
But tell the cops they can't touch this;
    C
I don't trust this, when they try to rush, I bust this.
Am           Em
 That's the sound of my tool;
         Dsus4         Csus2
You say it ain't cool, but mama didn't raise no fool.
G         D
 And as long as I stay black,
    C
I gotta stay strapped and I never get to lay back.
Am          Em         Dsus4
 'Cos I always got to worry 'bout the pay-back,
         Csus2     G
Some buck that I roughed up way back,
         D
Comin' back after all these years.
   C
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat! That's the way it is, uh.

Chorus 3:

G   Fmaj7  C
 Come on, come on, that's just the way it is,
G Fmaj7 C
      Things'll never be the same.
G Fmaj7 C
      That's just the way it is,
G Fmaj7 C
  Ah,  yeah.

G Fmaj7 C
      That's just the way it is,
G Fmaj7 C
      Things'll never be the same.
G Fmaj7 C
      That's just the way it is,
G Fmaj7 C
  Ah,  yeah.

CHORD DIAGRAMS:
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Am   Em   G/D   C   Gadd9

EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE
 x02210 022000 xx0003 x32010 320203

D   Cadd9  G   Fmaj7  Gsus4

EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE
 xx0232 x3203x 320003 x03210 320013

Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2013 (clumsyband@hotmail.com)