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better days... better days... better days...HEEEEYYYY better days... got me thinkin bout better daystime 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 watchin the clockin that evil men do faced with the demons addicted to hearin victims screamin i guess we was evil since birth product of cursed semens cuz' even our birthdays is cursed days a born thug in the first place - the worst ways i 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 iss up to us clean up the streets it ain't the same too many murders too many funerals and too many tears jus seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years pass by his family, but wat can i say? keep yo head up and try to keep the faith and pray for better days....better days... better days... better days... heeeeyyy... better days... got me thinkin bout better days....