what do we really need in this life? i look at myself sometimes and it's not right. people out there with no food at night. and we say we care, but we don't, so we all lie.
what if there's more to this and one day, we become what we turn out. we say,
we end up in all the shit that they're in and roles are reversed and it was different.
and we were the ones with nothing to eat. we were the ones with blood in our streets. we were the ones with all the offspring, and they were the ones just watching on TV.
and we were the ones broke down and torn. with our life on our back and a wife in our arms.
and they were ones like damn, that's so sad. and we were the ones like,
nothing ever changes. it's the only thing i know, and nothing ever changes. i'm looking down this road, and nothing ever changes. (no) no, nothing ever changes.
look at the dreams, and your intentions. how selfish it is for you to mention.
turning a thousand zin to millions. marry a model and you have some children.
well, they've got their dreams too, i imagine. like what if it won't come back to kill them?
sleeping at night without a murder. in some little town you've never heard of.
now look at your nightmares and all of your worst fears. you're calling your house and your girl and it stops there.
all these things, you can't imagine losing. like oh, no! what if that happened to me?
but what you've got, they'll never have. to be like you yea, to have your chance.
to be like you before they're gone.
oh, no, oh nothing ever changes. at least that's how we act. like nothing ever changes. like God has got our backs. like nothing ever changes. i'm looking down this road, and all i see is pain, yes. it's the only kind i know.
maybe we need more shoes, on our feet. maybe we need more clothes, and TVs. maybe we need more cash, and jewelry. or maybe we don't know, what we need. maybe we need to want to fix it. maybe start talking. maybe start listening. maybe we need to look at this world less like a square and more like a circle.
maybe, just maybe God's not unfair. maybe we're all his kids and he's up there.
maybe he loves us for all our races. maybe he hates us we're all so racist.
maybe he see's us, when we don't care, instead of right here but its never over there.
and maybe the meek will inherit this earth 'cause it's written before, so,
everything changes, and nothing stays the same. no, everything changes, and if you feel ashamed, maybe you should change this, before it gets too late. maybe you should change this.
my brother, we're standing at the gate. oh, everything changes (changes, changes) maybe you should change it (change it, change it) everything changes (changes, changes) everything changes.