Chords for 2Pac - Things Are Changing

_ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [F#m] These are my words to my first born. _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ [E] _ _ [F#m] Young niggas in the rush to grow up [A] to hard times in the pit, had to crush his throat.
Probably never even saw it coming.
[F#m] Too busy bullshitting, caught him with his [C#] mouth running.
And guess what bitch, [F#m] they got me twisted in this game.
The feds and the [A] pros, all these point and poopers at my brain.
My buns [F#m] are extra raw, cause I'm dugged out.
My homies murder execution style, running [C#] in the drug house.
[F#m] What was supposed to be an easy hit, now shit is slippin' [A] cause niggas died over bullshit.
You see my pictures here, [D] pictures of a broken man.
[F#m] No witnesses, only the question of a [C#] spoken man.
Young adolescents [F#m] in our prime, living life a crime.
But when it ain't [A] logical, we hobble through these trying times.
[D] Living blind, Lord help me with my troubled [A] soul.
While all my [F#m] homies had to die before they got [C#] to grow.
And right before [F#m] I put my head on the pillow, say a prayer.
One [A] love to the thugs in heaven, I see you there.
It's [D] strictly for the young and dumb that wasn't born.
Lord help me make [A] it through this storm, on [C#] course to my [F#m] first born.
Feel.
Things are changing [A] all the time.
[D] _ _ First to my [F#m] first born.
It's just a moving [Dm] storm.
[C#] _ [F#m] Things are changing [A] all the time.
[D] _ It's just a moving _ [C#] storm.
Since my [F#m] very first day on this earth, I was hurt.
So I [A] knew that the birth of a child would make my life worse.
And though it hurt me, there was [F#m] no restore.
Because while things can't grow, we need [C#] more support.
You cry [F#m] slow because you know what you had to do.
And so the [A] victims of the world ain't never [F#m] came to.
Understand it's a better day coming.
Sometimes that's screaming on the dead end,
[C#] driving with the car running [F#m] blindly.
Ain't no love in the hood, only [A] heart song.
Love letters to the 80s, ain't [D] nothing more.
All the [F#m] babies that died up on the table, wasn't able to [C#] breathe.
But the family wasn't [F#m] able to.
Blame I always do the same.
All I can [A] remember is my debt and my last name.
Cause in the [D] gang, things change, living up and down.
[F#m] This hard life got me walking with my [C#] head down.
Flashing [F#m] frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong?
But I'll [A] never get to know, so I carry on.
_ [D] Written from [F#m] young and down, that was a wound.
A word from a [C#] first born.
[F#m] Feel!
Things are changing [A] all the time.
_ [F#m] It's just a moving _ [C#] storm.
Things [F#m] are changing _ _ _
[A] all the time.
[F#m] It's just a moving _ [E] storm.
I'm [F#m] just another third nigga trapped up in this ghetto life,
[A] an endless hustle.
Struggling trying [F#m] to settle right,
and doing dirt ain't saving me.
But the streets is [C#] the only thing paying me.
[F#m] Feel me?
Running with G's, stacking G's, [A] stacking E's.
Mob life till these motherfuckers [D] whack me.
Stacking [F#m] greenery, thugging till I die.
Picking up so much [C#] shade, I'm getting high.
[F#m] Got the feds on me, and they label me [A] a bad grip.
Thinking I'm the reason why this nigga got his hat on.
On the run, [F#m] now daddy gotta pack a gun.
Cause [C#] these niggas gonna make you the [F#m] last one. _ _
[A] I'm off these bitches, these junk bitches,
and things you gon' be stunning through.
Welcome [F#m] to life, and if I die,
remember that [C#] it's all over by your [F#m] side.
If you're not, don't be a loser.
Choose your dreams, do your thing.
Don't solo cause no hoes [D] will put you on like shoes.
Open your eyes, don't let these haters [F#m] get you.
[C#] From left to hit you, [F#m] my words to my first born.
My words to my first born.
See, it's all in my blood.
Nigga, what's gonna happen tomorrow, or the next [C#] day?
I don't give [F#m] a damn what you call tomorrow.
I don't see what's gonna happen.
But if you push through this head,
you know [A] I'm gonna get you.
You know what I'm [F#m] talking about.
You ain't talking [C#m] to me.
You ain't talking to me.
[F#m] I'm talking _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ to you. You know.
[F#m]
You not me.
[C#m] You ain't nothing [F#m] but a motherfucker ride.
Went side til I [A] die.
So, this is a crooked ass hand they dealing, [F#m] motherfucker.
_ _ [C#] _ _ [F#m] You ain't fucking better than some op.
[A] You know what I mean?
You all motherfuckers out here.
Come around here at [D] 7 a.m.
[A] I don't mean to crap out, but I'm saying [C#] again,
motherfuckers actually [F#m] riding over here.
It's all right.
It's [A] _ _ _ [F#m] _
fucked [E] up.
I don't know.
You [F#m] work a lot. _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ [C#m] _ _ [A] Babies don't die to miscarriage.
_ You know.
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [G#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _