2Pac – Better Dayz (Remixes Vol. 1 Album)

‘Cause even our birthdays is cursed days
And wonder how we ever came to this
Now me and you was real cool, hell on them square fools
Smokin’ weed like it ain’t no thang, so even kids
Better days, better days, hey!
Lookin for the better days hey
(Better days) Thinkin’ bout better days
And me I’m doin’ cool
Better days Hey!
Better days, better days, better days
Faced with the demons, addicted to hearin’ victims screamin’
I can’t take her to the place she wanna go to
Better days (Better days) Hey!
Better days, heyy! Better days
And only we can change
That in my future years, I’d be stressin’
So we argue and play fight, all day and night
So many blessings while we stressin’
Thinkin’ back as an adolescent, who would’ve guessed
Got me thinkin bout better days
Better days, hm better days, lookin for the better days
With no more dealers and crooked cops, the only way to stop the beast
Nobody watches ’em clockin’ the evil man do
Locked you up in the pen, and gave you three to ten
Time to question our lifestyle, look how we live
Tell me you pregnant and I’m amazed
So I’m solo and so broke
Lookin’ for these better days
Got a place in my heart, homey stay smart
I send you letters with naked flicks of old friends
Plus we about to get evicted, can’t pay the rent
Better days, better days, better days
Hey! Better days
Wanna try now, they lie down and get ran through
Better days, better days,
I went to dark, smokin Newports, gamin’ marks
Still dressin’ like grown men when rollin’
N-I-C in Rikers Island,
Plus my P.O. won’t let me hang with the brothers I grew up with
Better days, better days, hey!
I miss the better days
Tryin’ to keep my head up and stay strong
Affiliated with gangbangers and still made it
Better days, better days Better days!
Better days (Oh better days)
Lookin for the better days hey
Up in the gym, mess with me, gotta mess with him
Lookin for them better days
And pray for better days
It’s up to us to clean up the streets, it ain’t the same
Better days, better days hey!
Got me thinkin’ about better days
Better days, got me thinkin’ about better days
A born thug in the first place, the worst ways
Better days, better days, better days
I send this one out,
Keep yo’ head up and try to keep the faith
Every once in a while, I reminisce
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Makin’ pa**ionate love ’til the daylight
Hopin’ you well, I know it’s hell
Better days, better days,
Savin’ up for some Jordan’s, ’cause they dope
Guess we was evil since birth, product of cursed semens
Doin time in the cells, you need mail, when you in jail
Thinkin’ bout better days (I’m lookin for better)
Hardly parted or seperated, we stayed faded
Got me thinkin bout better days (Oh)
Better days Hey!
All the peoples I met along the way
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
I got a girl and I love her but she broke too, and so am I
I settled down, had a family, workin’ in night school
Some say the ghetto’s sick and corrupted
Guess it’s time to see who really is yo’ friend
(Better days)
All my homies slangin’ llello all day long, but they wrong
I’d love to see the block in peace
Got me thinkin’ bout better days
Rikers Island, all them dudes I was uh locked up with,
To all the homeboys down in uh, Clinton lockdown
Since back in high school, we was true, me and you
Got me thinkin’ bout better days
Pa**ed by his family, but what could I say?
E Block, F Block, lower H
Better days is comin’ homeboy, keep your head up