Ron Isley - Better Dayz lyrics

[Hook] Lookin' 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 [Verse 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 hearing 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 [Hook] 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 [Verse 2] Thinking 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 slanging yayo 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 places 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 your friend Tell me you pregnant and I'm amazed So many blessings while we stressing Looking for them better days [Hook] [Verse 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 dressing like grown men when rollin' Out in the dark, smoking Newports, gamin' marks Got a place in my heart, homie, 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' a night school Every once in a while, I reminisce, and wonder how we ever came to this; I miss the better days [Hook] [Outro] 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 coming homeboy, keep your head up