Lookin for these better days 
Better days, heyyy! Better days 
Got me thinkin bout better days 
Better days! 
Better days, better days 
Heyyy! Better days 
Got me thinkin bout better days 

Verse One: 
Time to question our lifestyle, 
Look how we live 
Smokin weed like it ain't no thang, 
So even kids wanna try now, 
They lie down 
And get ran through 
Nobody watched 'em clockin 
The evil man do 
Faced with the demons, 
Addicted to hearin victims screamin 
Guess we was evil since birth, 
Product of cursed semens 
Cause even our birthdays is cursed days 
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 beast 
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 
Passed by his family, 
But what could I say? 
Keep yo' head up 
And try to keep the faith 
And pray for better days 

Better days, better days, heyyy! 
Better days.. got me thinkin 
Bout better days 
Better days, better days, better days 
Heyyy! Better days 
Got me thinkin bout better days 

Verse Two: 
Thinkin back as an adolescent, 
Who would've guessed 
That in my future years, 
I'd be stressin 
Some say the ghetto's 
Sick and [bad word] 
Plus my P.O. won't let me hang 
With the brothers 
I grew up with 
Tryin to keep my head up 
And stay strong all my homies 
Slangin llello all day long, 
But they wrong 
So I'm solo and so broke 
Savin 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 play fight, 
All day and night 
Makin passionate love 'til the daylight 
Plus we about to get evicted, 
Can't pay the rent 
Guess it's time to see 
Who really is yo' friend 
Tell me you pregnant 
And I'm amazed 
So many blessings while we stressin 
Lookin for them better days 

For better days, better days, 
Better days, heyyy! 
Better days.. got me thinkin 
Bout better days 
Better days, better days, better days 
Heyyy! Better days.. got me thinkin 
Bout better days 

Verse Three: 
Now me and you was real cool,  [bad word] on them square fools 
Since back in high school, 
We was [bad word]  me and you 
Hardly parted or seperated, 
We stayed faded 
Affiliated with gangbangers 
And still made it 
Up in the gym, mess with me, 
Gotta mess with him 
Still dressin like grown men 
When rollin I went to dark, 
Smokin Newports, gamin marks 
Got a place in my heart, 
Homey stay smart 
Locked you up in the pen, 
And gave you three to ten 
I send you letters with naked flicks 
Of old friends 
Hopin you well, 
I know it's [bad word] 
Doin time in the cells, 
You need mail, 
When you in jail 
And me I'm doin cool 
I settled down, had a family, 
Workin in night school 
Every once in a while, I reminisce 
And wonder how we ever came to this 
I miss the better days 

Better days, better days, heyyy! 
Better days.. 
I'm thinkin bout better days 
Better days, better days, better days 
Heyyy! Better days.. got me thinkin 
Bout better days 

I send this one out, to all the homeboys 
Down in uh, Clinton lockdown 
Rikers Island, all them dudes 
I was uh locked up with, hehe 
Block, Block, lower 
N-I-in Rikers Island, 
Downstate all the peoples 
I met along the way 
Better days [bad word] homeboy, 
Keep your head up 

Better days, better days, better days 
Heyyy! Better days.. uhh, 
Lookin for the better days 
Bette