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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