Better Days
[Andre Merritt]
\r\nBeen holding this pain inside for so long
\r\nthough the rain never goes away
\r\nthey say I should leave these streets behind me
\r\nbut its so hard to escape,
\r\noh lord please send me an angel
\r\nto lead me out of this place,
\r\nsend me a away,
\r\nfar away
\r\nto better days,
\r\n
\r\n[The Game]
\r\nthe first thing I wanna do is say wat up to TI,
\r\nking of the south, now everybody see why,
\r\nim just driving and thinking how I survived here,
\r\nand I aint seen dre and eminem in 5 years,
\r\nthat sound shady right,
\r\ni live a crazy life,
\r\nso many black thoughts I had to paint the mercedes white,
\r\nI can tell you about the rims but I aint here for that,
\r\ngoing out like big and pac I fear for that,
\r\ntake this lambo and put 6 holes in it,
\r\nshatter the glass and leave my body exposed in it,
\r\nlift the doors up and let all my demons out,
\r\nand I can see my brother now cos thats what i been dreaming bout,
\r\ni aint thinking bout b-tches or pulling beemers out,
\r\nim thinking bout my son safety everytime they leave the house,
\r\ni know how to make it out the hood i seen the route,
\r\nand heres the proof me venus and serena out,
\r\n
\r\n[Chorus]
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\r\nim sitting on these stairs at this church,
\r\nbout to start a verse
\r\nand somewhere in the world somebody about to start a hearse,
\r\ntell me who inside it, who’s son is that,
\r\nand how he get there, now tell me who gun is that,
\r\ni aint saying confess definietly aint saying snitch,
\r\nbut if you kiled the n-gga help his momma dig his ditch,
\r\nim from the hood where n-gga gotta keep their gun cocked,
\r\nkids wear dre beats to stop the sound of gun shots,
\r\nbut at least they got the dre beats cos kids in africa aint even got shoes on they feet,
\r\nand i seen it on my own eyes at the same time I picking flys off my own eyes,
\r\ncan you feel that, if you can hear them buzzing,
\r\nyou can feel the pain of Mike Tyson and his baby mother,
\r\nthey lost there baby daughter and she was only 3
\r\nshe never got a chance to blossom on the family tree,
\r\n
\r\n[Chorus]
\r\n
\r\nWe got a new president and I love that he black,
\r\nbut Imma ask him like bush, where the soldiers at?
\r\nnow move the camera to new orleans where the soldiers at,
\r\nthe water dried up where n-gga do the Nolia clap
\r\nwe all juveniles we all been through some trials,
\r\nand some tribulations, Im in this booth pacing,
\r\nwhat do I say next, should I talk about some cars
\r\nor the next chapter of my life and show you all my scars,
\r\nor my bullet wounds and my stab wounds,
\r\ncan’t show you I covered them up with tattoos,
\r\ni can’t do nothing but spit the truth,
\r\non probation smoking drink patrone before I hit the booth,
\r\nyou making songs for the clubs while n-ggas drinking,
\r\ni make em for the ride home when n-ggas thinking,
\r\none minute you here, next minute sh-t is tragic,
\r\nand its a Jim Johnsin track now fill this stack
\r\n
\r\n[Chorus]
Author by: TiengAnhHoc.com
