Текст: 2Pac. Better Dayz. Better Dayz.

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

Time to question our lifestyle, look how we live
Smokin' weed like it ain't no thang, so even kids wanna try now
They 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
Passed by his family but what could I say?
Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith and pray for better days

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

Thinkin' 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 slangin' hello all day long but they wrong
So I'm solo and so broke
Savin' 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
Makin' passionate 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 stressin', lookin' for them better days

Better days, better days, hey
Thinkin' 'bout better days
Better days, better days, better days
Hey, better days, got me thinkin' 'bout better days

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'
I went to dark, smokin' 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
Hopin' you well, I know it's hell
Doin' time in the cells, you need mail, when you in jail

And me I'm doin' cool
I settled down, had a family, workin' in night school
Every once in a while, I reminisce
And wonder how we ever came to this, I miss the better days

Better days, better days, hey
I'm thinkin' bout better days
Better days, better days, better days
Hey, better days, got me thinkin' 'bout better days

I send this one out, to all the homeboys down in Clinton lock down
Rikers Island, all them dudes I was locked up with
E Block, F Block, lower H, N-I-C in Rikers Island, downstate
All the peoples I met along the way
Better days is comin' homeboy, keep your head up

Better days, better days, better days
Hey, better days, lookin' for the better days
Better days, better days, lookin' for the better days, hey