Looking for these better days Better days, hey, better days Got me thinking bout better days Better days, better days, better days Hey, better days Got me thinking bout better days Time to question our lifestyle, look how we live Smoking weed like it ain't no thing So even kids wanna try now Then lie down and get ran through Nobody watches, I'm clocking the evil man too Faced with the demons, addicted to hearing victims screaming 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 love to see the block in peace Where 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 Best by his family, but what can I say Keep your head up and try to keep the faith And pray for better days Better days, hey, better days Got me thinking bout better days Better days, hey, better days Hey, better days Got me thinking bout better days 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 corrupt 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 yeah yo all day long But they wrong, so I'm solo and so broke Saving up for some joys 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 arguing, play fight, all day and night Making passionate love to the daylight Plus we about to get evicted, can't pay the rent Guess it's time to see who really is your friend Tell me you pregnant and I'm amazed So many blessings while we stressing Looking for them better days Better days, hey, better days Got me thinking bout better days Better days, hey, better days Got me thinking bout better days 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 them separated, we stayed 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 rolling Out in the dark smoking new boards, gaming models Got a place in my heart, homies 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 cells You need mail when you in jail, and me I'm doing cool I settled down, had a family, working at night school Every once in a while I reminisce And wonder how we ever came to this I miss the better days Better days, hey, better days Got me thinking bout better days Better days, better days, better days Hey, better days Got me thinking bout better days I send this one out to all the homeboys out there Clinton locked in, Rikers out All them dudes I was hella locked up with E block, F block, LH NIC and Rikers Island Downstate All the peoples I met along the way Better days is coming home, bro, keep it up Looking for the better days Better days Looking for the better days Better days, better days Looking for the better days Better days