DJ critikaL Presents 2 Pac - Better Dayz (Feat. Lady T) (GT) | Текст песни

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• DJ critikaL Presents 2 Pac
• Better Dayz (Feat. Lady T) (GT)

All the memories of hate
And the lies
Don't you know eventually we pay the price
All my hopes and the dreams will survie
Realize, we got to keep the faith alive

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 watched '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

Damn
How did we get here?
We're living in fear
How history repeats itself, can never steer clear
Cries for help, ringing my ear from the sheer terror of it all
I shed a tear, can't disappear, sometimes I wish the end was near
But
Back to reality, where
Life still exist, we're
Still on this earth, but we got shackles on the wrist
Must be the reason why you never start to even lend a hand
Too caught up in your ways for you to try to understand

All the memories of hate
And the lies
Don't you know eventually we pay the price
All my hopes and dreams, they seem so far away
I'm a sing a song and pray for 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 seperated,
We stayed faded
Affiliated with gangbangers
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

So there you have it, my whole life with all this memories
I'm trying to figure out
How to set all of my pain free
Sometimes, I wish that I can turn the hands of time back
So I could
Rewrite the wrong and put my life back on the right track
Wake up to reality, trying to accept the way it is
They say that life's not what you take, it's your willingness to give
That's why I wrote this song in hopes to heal the pain within
Cause after that, I know that's when my life truly begins

All the memories of hate
And the lies
Don't you know eventually we pay the price
All my hopes and the dreams will survie
Realize, we got to keep the faith alive

Imprinted in our minds, from the minute we were born, with
Misconceptions of life, that's how our lives get torn
I say we wake up from this dream and let the sunlight in
So we can help each other heal the pain within