[TuPac]

[Verse 1: Dope]

Take your time if you're tryna bring change

Cos the people you wanna give change don't ever change

They like their cells, yes behind bars

But they are not rappers, so please call Dr. Barz

Bars upon bars, cars on cars, CLOUT

Big rappers make news, lil rappers shout

Big rappers make moves, lil rappers doubt

Lil rappers fall and die, but big rappers sprout

Killers killing kids, youth and the old

But we keep our lips sealed and we do as we're told

Even when it ain't right, we don't ever put up a fight

The sight of this plight makes me wanna hop on the next flight

To France, or maybe Illinois

Where I got fans and I got fam of the soil

Blood blooders, people that hurt and need cover

Coz the pain is so real, man and it has left em under

[Hook: Dope]

We got the secret to the making waves

But we don't got the balls to bring that change

Fear stored in our hearts and foolish ways

Fakeness everywhere, foolishness

[Verse 2: Maestro]

I talk the talk, then I walk the walk when I'm done talking

I'm sticking to the script, i don't go off topic

I heard the footsteps, i see the footprints

I don't wanna be a benchwarmer i wanna do things

I be the enemy of good cos I want better

I wanna make a change, and I want mo'cheddah

Keep my focus on what matters the most

Mind my business i don't got no time to poke my nose

Put in my heart and my soul, I left my comfort zone

I got my head in the clouds, i feel the strength in my bones

Sometimes i feel like a god, sometimes i feel like I'm odd

I put my feelings aside and put my trust in God

I know that gravity pulls, but I keep pushing

I gotta keep learning, i gotta keep teaching

I know the change would come, that's metamorphosis

[Hook: Dope]

We got the secret to making waves

But we don't got the balls to bring that change

Fear stored in our hearts and foolish ways

Fakeness everywhere, foolishness

[Verse 3: Dope]

Reminiscing on our past sins as a nation

Steady dissing politicians in my rap making

I don't tend to fuck with niggas that's prone to faking

But I'm a love being, never ever prone to hating

The poor cry everyday, the rich close ears

The rich also cry, money don't stop the tears

The sick man hopes that one day he'll be healed

That empty dude hopes that one day he'll be filled

[Hook: Dope]

We got the secret to making waves

But we don't got the balls to bring that change

Fear stored in our hearts and foolish ways

Fakeness everywhere, foolishness