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CHANGE WE CAN BELIEVE IN
Listen, baby
Let's talk about this life and what it means to me
Baby, listen
This how it's got to be

We only thought that you would come and turn these wrongs to right
But we see it's really all the same
Who knew that you'd disgrace us
White power in blackface us
Our eyes were closed
But now we all could see

Lookin' at the parties like, damn, what's the parties like
Just seems all the parties' right
Now I'm lookin' round wonderin'
What the hell has happened to us, it's on again

Just misery, so many promises
So many of us tried to make him what he really wasn't
Still suffering' so many unemployed
Still watchin, NSA's got me paranoid

Make me wanna holler, throw my hands up
Got us thinking' that we wrong if we demand stuff
So we propped the man up, but what'd it get us?
More useless excuses and more fed up

Sounds so sweet when he makin' speeches
Always preachin' hope and change like he really means it
Manchurian Candidate
Ladies love to hear him talkin' 'cause he's so slick

We sang it, but they never really understand, no they don't, no
We bring it, but they never seem to take a stand, no they won't, no
We mean it, better know they really ain't your friend, and they've shown it
So believe in me, believe in, believe in

Dear Mr. President, wartime president
Slicker than his predecessor, but it's still the same shit
Lost jobs, lost benefits
Lost public option, lost souls follow quick

Lost all respect for that shit he selling
Same conflicts, but his reason ain't compelling
Same cause, same manufactured boogeymen
Same bombs drop when his poll numbers dip

Same profiteering - War's good for business
Same Israel nut-jockin' - shit is endless
Same wall street bailouts, early christmas
For the same motherfuckas that should be in prison

Same racism, nothing changed bro
Wingnuts wanna point and say "I told you so"
We both hate his shit, but for different reasons though
They hate 'cause he black, we hate 'cause he wrong

We sang it, but they never really understand, no they don't, no
We bring it, but they never seem to take a stand, no they won't, no
We mean it, better know they really ain't your friend, and they've shown it
So believe in me, believe in, believe in

Shiiiit, so I'll say it all again man
Same shit, different day, all the same man
Same news cycle, same yapping' magpies
Same gats clapping' overseas taking lives

Now they say I'm hatin' 'cause I pulled his skirt
Same people that done lost they house and outta work
Got the nerve to think that I'm speaking' outta line
Can't criticize cause he 'posed to be my kind

But scared negroes won't rock the boat
Same Bush-era tax cuts, same drones
Same folks on lock, Guantanamo
Same campaign stops, same shitty jokes

Cracked while the world gets choked on
And most black folk broke but still hold on
To the illusion of choice
Both parties, both sides of the same bullshit coin

We sang it, but they never really understand, no they don't, no
We bring it, but they never seem to take a stand, no they won't, no
We mean it, better know they really ain't your friend, and they've shown it
So believe in me, believe in, believe in


 






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