Better Dayz
Lookin' for these better daysBetter days hey, better daysGot me thinkin' 'bout better daysBetter days, better days, better daysHey, better daysGot me thinkin' 'bout better days
[Verse 1]Time to question our lifestyle, look how we liveSmokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kidsWanna try now, then lie down and get ran throughNobody watches 'em, clockin' the evil man doFaced with the demons, addicted to hearin' victims screamin'Guess we was evil since birth, product of cursed semensCause even our birthdays is cursed daysA born thug in the first place, the worst waysI'd love to see the block in peaceWith no more dealers and crooked cops, the only way to stop the beastAnd only we can changeIt's up to us to clean up the streets, it ain't the sameToo many murders, too many funerals and too many tearsJust seen another brother buried plus I knew him for yearsPassed by his family, but what could I say?Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faithAnd pray for better days
[Hook]Better days, better daysHey, better daysGot me thinking 'bout better daysBetter days, better days, better daysHey, Better daysGot me thinkin' 'bout better days
[Verse 2]Thinking back as an adolescent, who would've guessedThat in my future years, I'd be stressingSome say the ghetto's sick and corruptedPlus my P.O. won't let me hang with the brothers I grew up withTrying to keep my head up and stay strongAll my homies slanging llello all day long, but they wrongSo I'm solo and so brokeSaving up for some Jordan's, cause they dopeI got a girl and I love her but she broke too, and so am II can't take her to the place she wanna go toSo we argue and play fight, all day and nightMaking passionate love 'til the daylightPlus we about to get evicted, can't pay the rentGuess it's time to see who really is yo' friendTell me you pregnant and I'm amazedSo many blessings while we stressingLooking for them better days
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[Verse 3]Now me and you was real cool, hell on them square foolsSince back in high school, we was true, me and youHardly parted or separated, we stayed fadedAffiliated with gang-bangers and still made itUp in the gym, mess with me, gotta mess with himStill dressin' like grown men when rollin'Out in the dark, smoking Newports, gamin' marksGot a place in my heart, homey stay smartLocked you up in the pen, and gave you three to tenI send you letters with naked flicks of old friendsHoping you well, I know it's hellDoing time in the cells, you need mail, when you in jailAnd me, I'm doing coolI settled down, had a family, workin' an' night schoolEvery once in a while, I reminisceAnd wonder how we ever came to thisI miss the better days
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I send this one out, to all the homeboys down in uh, Clinton lockdownRikers Island, all them dudes I was uh locked up with, heheE Block, F Block, lower HN-I-C in Rikers Island, downstateAll the peoples I met along the wayBetter days is coming homeboy, keep your head up
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