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Lookin for these better daysBetter days, heyyy! Better daysGot me thinkin bout better daysBetter days!Better days, better daysHeyyy! Better daysGot me thinkin bout better days[Verse One:]Time to question our lifestyle,Look how we liveSmokin weed like it ain't no thang,So even kids wanna try now,They lie downAnd get ran throughNobody watched 'em clockinThe evil man doFaced with the demons,Addicted to hearin victims screaminGuess 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 dealersAnd 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 funeralsAnd too many tearsJust seen another brother buried plusI knew him for yearsPassed by his family,But what could I say?Keep yo' head upAnd try to keep the faithAnd pray for better daysBetter days, better days, heyyy!Better days.. got me thinkinBout better daysBetter days, better days, better daysHeyyy! Better daysGot me thinkin bout better days[Verse Two:]Thinkin back as an adolescent,Who would've guessedThat in my future years,I'd be stressinSome say the ghetto'sSick and corruptedPlus my P.O. won't let me hangWith the brothersI grew up withTryin to keep my head upAnd stay strong all my homiesSlangin llello all day long,But they wrongSo I'm solo and so brokeSavin up for some Jordan's,Cause they dope...I got a girl and I love herBut she broke too, and so am II can't take her to the placeShe wanna go toSo we argue and play fight,All day and nightMakin passionate love 'til the daylightPlus we about to get evicted,Can't pay the rentGuess it's time to seeWho really is yo' friendTell me you pregnantAnd I'm amazedSo many blessings while we stressinLookin for them better daysFor better days, better days,Better days, heyyy!Better days.. got me thinkinBout better daysBetter days, better days, better daysHeyyy! Better days.. got me thinkinBout better days[Verse Three:]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 gangbangersAnd still made itUp in the gym, mess with me,Gotta mess with himStill dressin like grown menWhen rollin I went to dark,Smokin 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 flicksOf old friendsHopin you well,I know it's hellDoin time in the cells,You need mail,When you in jailAnd me I'm doin coolI settled down, had a family,Workin in night schoolEvery once in a while, I reminisceAnd wonder how we ever came to thisI miss the better daysBetter days, better days, heyyy!Better days..I'm thinkin bout better daysBetter days, better days, better daysHeyyy! Better days.. got me thinkinBout better daysI send this one out, to all the homeboysDown in uh, Clinton lockdownRikers Island, all them dudesI was uh locked up with, heheE Block, F Block, lower HN-I-C in Rikers Island,Downstate all the peoplesI met along the wayBetter days is comin homeboy,Keep your head upBetter days, better days, heyyy!Better days..I'm thinkin bout better daysBetter days, better days, better daysHeyyy! Better days.. got me thinkinBout better days Версия для печати
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