Time to question our lifestyle, look how we live Smoking weed like it ain't no thang, so even kids wanna try now Then lie down and get ran through Nobody watches them clocking, the evil men do Faced with the demons, addicted to hearing victims screaming Guess we was evil since birth, product of cursed semens Cause even our birthdays, are cursed days A born thug in the first place, the worst ways I'd love to see the block in peace With no more dealers and crooked cops, the only way to stop the beasts And only we can change, it's up to us to clean up the streets It ain't the same Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years Pass by his family but what could I say? Keep your head up and try to keep the faith And pray for better dayz
Thinking back as an adolescent Who would have guessed, that in my future years I'd be stressing Some say the ghetto's sick and corrupted Plus my P.O. won't let me hang with the brothers I grew up with Trying to keep my head up and stay strong All my homies slanging yayo all day long But they wrong, so I'm solo (so low) and so broke Saving up for some Jordan's, cause they dope I got a girl and I love her but she broke too And so am I, I can't take her to the place she wanna go to So we argue and playfight, all day and night Making passionate love till the day light Plus we bout to get evicted, can't pay the rent Guess it's time to see who really is your friend You tell me you pregnant and I'm amazed So many blessings while we stressing Looking for them better dayz
Now me and you was real cool, hell on them square fools Since back in high school we was true, me and you Only part of us separated we stay faded Affiliated with gang bangers and still made it Up in the gym, mess with me, gotta mess with him Still dressing like grown men, when roll-ing Out in the dark, smoking newports, gaming marks Gotta place in my heart, homie stay smart Locked you up in the pen and gave you 3 to 10 I send you letters with naked flicks of old friends Hoping you well, I know it's hell Doing time in the cell you need mail, when you in jail And me I'm doing cool I've settled down had a family, working and night school Every once in awhile, I reminisce And wonder how we ever came to this I miss the better dayz
I send this one out, to all the homeboys down in uh Clinton, locked down Rikers Island, all them dudes I was uh locked up with E block, F block L I H N I C in Rikers Island Downstate All the peoples I met along the way Better Dayz is coming homeboy, keep your head up
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