Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Better Dayz , by - 2Pac. Release date: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Better Dayz |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 corrupted |
| 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 |
| 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 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 hell |
| 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 |
| E Block, F Block, lower H N-I-C in Rikers Island, downstate |
| All the peoples I met along the way |
| Better days is comin homeboy, keep your head up Better days, better days, better days |
| Heyyy! |
| Better days. |
| uhh, lookin for the better days |
| Better days, better days, lookin for the better days |
| Heyyy! |
| Hahaha. |