[Verse 1: 2Pac] 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 the 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 dayz
[Verse 2: Big Syke] Heyy, it seems like yesterday, I used to play Around the way, those were the better dayz Growin up as a child carefree Mama said I was wild by 3 Even pops showed me love he was there I remember hangin out playin truth or dare Cowboys and Indians when your belly run When the only thing we sprayed was water guns We didn't have much so we made the best of What we could afford but we had love Tryna be grown might sneak and curse One T.V. set got, to cut it on the first Back in the good times and the Jeffersons When your next door neighbour was your best friend Those are the days I miss and reminisce So I steady wish..
[Verse 3: FlipSide] Down memory lane, I walk and stalked the streets Searchin for real to leave the past behind me It's '96 ain't nothing change but the years I shedded some tears, I had it up to here See I want something more in life 3 strikes ain't no joke, these white folks Got us on the tight rope Knowin we down to fall Us niggaz we ball, we want it all Kill each other over somethin small It's time to wake up, yo I'm callin all those That want to listen, take a look around Observe your position, do you like what you see Poverty and frustration, aggravation, temptation They bought a bottle posse mo'termination They kept the real and keep it real That's why I say, heyy Got me thinkin bout better dayz
[Verse 4: Low MB] It's mad to get out of the ghetto and get some And when you get it, don't forget where you came from Sleepin with the enemy, livin on they block And neighbourhood watch go to cops Sayin you settin up shop A Kingpin from the slums, aint that about nuttin They can't stand to see a black man havin somethin Stereotype television got em twisted Check the statistics, black folks with businesses Legitimate investments, yea we comin up And they scared of us, for many years they mistreated us Beaten us, left us swingin from the rope Now ask yaself who's supplyin the dope Who be keepin us down, in these fucked up scoop Whoever said it so good, must be a muthafuckin fool Now when we do it, Armageddon come Are they willin to die for they unlawful acts It's goin to leave a lot of muthafuckaz stunned It'll take a nation of million to hold us back It's time for a homie reuinion We gotta stop meetin at these muthafuckin funerals Let's show some love in the right way So we can all live and see better dayz, dayyyz Thinkin bout better dayz
[Verse 5: Busstop] Now after so many years, ain't shit changed That's why we hang, where we bang That goes to slang Waitin on the day for us to overcome All the obstacles set forth to keep us dumb Everybody got a destiny they gotta control Spend your life behind bars and the rest on parole We know nobody gives a fuck about the boys on the bottom Wanna see us in a cell somewhere, where you can rot So you do what you gotta do to stay alive Survival is a must so I kill to survive I see moms on her knees every night she prays Beggin the Lord to bring better dayz Better dayz