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[WC]
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Nineteen-ninety-eight, damn I can't believe it
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Whoever thought, throughout the drama, we'd live to see it
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So many of us done lost lives to the streets
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As we reminisce I'm pourin liquor for the deceased
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Thinkin bout the times that I spent with many of em
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Hopin that the Lord let me see the millenium
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Trapped in this ghetto main, seekin better days
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Fightin for my conscience, tryin to shake these wicked ways
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I know it's wrong but it's hard to change
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All my life, all I ever knew was hustle and game
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Lookin for answers ever since I was a adolescent
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Faced with rejection, early age stressin
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But now ten years later with doodoo respect
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I'm bustin million dollar raps and six digit checks
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Showin love to my peeps and my love don't change
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Here's a toast to you fakes, huh, here's to better days
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[Ron Banks]
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Might sound strange, but I just can't run away
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I can't run, run, it might sound strange
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but I just can't run away
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I can't run, no, run away
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[WC]
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Touch a meal ticket, shake a spot for good
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Never, I still got love for the neighborhood
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And even though now it's infested with gunplay
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on most days like Bootsy I can't stay away
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Cause if I shook like y'all shook on me
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Then whose gon' stay and guide the way for the lil homies?
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I can't turn my head on my folks
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so I stay visible in these streets and try to give hope
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Born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto
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Got love for the ghetto, I can't forget the ghetto
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How come everytime we get some change in our can
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we run away and try to move out as far as we can?
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I know that jealousy's the devil's greed but you worse
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than a devil when you turn your back on these young G's
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Now feel every word that I say, hear my cry
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as I struggle out of thirst and search for better days
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[Ron Banks]
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Might sound strange, but I just can't run away
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I can't run, run, run away!
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Said I just can't run away
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I can't run, run, run away
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No I just can't run away
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I can't run, run, runnnnnn away!
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[WC]
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Another day another dollar, it feels good to look around
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and see I'm surrounded by real riders
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Childhood comrades I ran with for years
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Shared the same beer and tears over the same peers
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Player haters swearin that all we all G's
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off each others strength with these, regulates the same cheese
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No jealousy we all family like Sister Sledge
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Lace each other with game, so I can spin beer cans
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Watch our kids grow together, as we get old together
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Loc I mean this, let no one come in between this
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Keep our business among us, behind doors and eyes closed
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on those we consider as foes
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Outsiders never exposed to your hustle
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Plus I'm, never been one likely to trust em
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No negative association, just dedication
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to watch our paper sprout like this bud mutation
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[Ron Banks]
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Might sound strange, but I just can't run away
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I can't run, run, run away!
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No I just can't run away
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I can't run, I can't runnnnnnn away!
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No I just can't run away
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I can't run run run run runnnnnn away!
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Better Days
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WC Feat/Ron Banks |