Time to question our lifestyle, look how we live Smokin weed like it aint 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 A born thug in the first place, the worst ways Id 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 Its up to us to clean up the streets, it aint 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 wouldve guessed that in my future years, Id be stressin Some say the ghettos sick and corrupted Plus my P.O. wont 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 Im solo and so broke Savin up for some Jordans, cause they dope I got a girl and I love her but she broke too, and so am I I cant 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, cant pay the rent Guess its time to see who really is yo friend Tell me you pregnant and Im amazed So many blessings while we stressin
Posted on: Mon, 26 Jan 2015 09:58:22 +0000
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