Better Dayz lyrics

Lookin' for these better days

Better days hey, better days

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

Better days, better days, better days

Hey, better days

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

[Verse 1]

Time to question our lifestyle, look how we live

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

Wanna try now, then lie down and get ran through

Nobody watches '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

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 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

[Hook]

Better days, better days

Hey, better days

Got me thinking 'bout better days

Better days, better days, better days

Hey, Better days

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

[Verse 2]

Thinking back as an adolescent, who would've 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 llello all day long, but they wrong

So I'm solo 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 play fight, all day and night

Making 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 stressing

Looking for them better days

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Now me and you was real cool, hell on them square fools

Since back in high school, we was true, me and you

Hardly parted or separated, we stayed faded

Affiliated with gang-bangers and still made it

Up in the gym, mess with me, gotta mess with him

Still dressin' like grown men when rollin'

Out in the dark, smoking 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

Hoping you well, I know it's hell

Doing time in the cells, you need mail, when you in jail

And me, I'm doing cool

I settled down, had a family, workin' an' night school

Every once in a while, I reminisce

And wonder how we ever came to this

I miss the better days

[Hook]

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

E Block, F Block, lower H

N-I-C in Rikers Island, downstate

All the peoples I met along the way

Better days is coming homeboy, keep your head up

[Hook]

• Artist:2Pac
• Album:Better Dayz