2 Pac - Better Dayz Lyrics
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 daysTime to question our lifestyle, look how we liveSmokin weed like it ain't no thang, so even kidswanna try now, they lie down and get ran throughNobody watched 'em clockin the 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 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 daysBetter days, better days, heyyy!Better days.. got me thinkin bout better daysBetter days, better days, better daysHeyyy! Better daysGot me thinkin bout better daysThinkin back as an adolescent, who would've guessedthat in my future years, I'd be stressinSome say the ghetto's sick and corruptedPlus my P.O. won't let me hang with the brothers I grew up withTryin to keep my head up and stay strongAll my homies slangin llello all day long, but they wrongSo I'm solo and so brokeSavin 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 nightMakin 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 stressinLookin for them better daysFor better days, better days, better days, heyyy!Better days.. got me thinkin bout better daysBetter days, better days, better daysHeyyy! Better days.. got me thinkin bout better daysNow me and you was real cool, hell on them square foolsSince back in high school, we was true, me and youHardly parted or seperated, we stayed fadedAffiliated with gangbangers and still made itUp in the gym, mess with me, gotta mess with himStill dressin like grown men when rollinI 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 ***** flicks of 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 thinkin bout better daysI 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 comin homeboy, keep your head upBetter days, better days, better daysHeyyy! Better days.. uhh, lookin for the better daysBetter days, better days, lookin for the better daysHeyyy! Hahaha..
