Genius Brasil Traduções - 2Pac - Better Dayz (Tradução) lyrics

[Refrão] 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 [Verso 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 Pa**ed by his family, but what could I say? Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith And pray for better days [Refrão] [Verso 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 pa**ionate 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 [Refrão] [Verso 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 [Refrão]