Change - Ed O.G, Noel Gourdin

Not again, give me a break

Lord it be, why’s it happening?

Seems to be a common theme

Has me climb the steps of dreams

All need to satisfy

Deep desires, step through the fire

It’s the name of the game

No pain, no gain

It’s the claim to fame

As black people, success we admire

Desire the tire and believe every liar

We ain’t owners, we consumers and buyers

Running on rims, not tires

In my neighborhood everything hire

For the coldplay Robin Hood, we the supplier

Times are dyer, mine’s enquire

It’s like blaming the fire department for the fire

We all can achieve the American dream

Just ask the poorest, believe in justice

Things can always be worse than they seem, yeah

You got to strive for as long as you breathe, babe

For when things get hard, (?)

Don’t do a stupid move

Stop worrying about who is who

Doing you, screwing you

Suturing you threw it through

Life is less than a tennis shoe

First it’s me, then it’s you

Look at the world from a better view

From my position and point of view

You can point at me, I can point at you

They take away more from the many and less from the few

Can much believe anything can be our eye

Keep the games on your eye beam on the sky

Note that all of the pain you feel will pass you by

Just rest assure, yeah, everything will be alright, alright

And it’ll be alright, be alright

Yes, it will, rest assure, yeah