Time to question our lifestyle, look how we live
Smoking weed like it ain't no thang, so even kids wanna try
now
Then lie down and get ran through
Nobody watches them clocking, the evil men do
Faced with the demons, addicted to hearing victims screaming
Guess we was evil since birth, product of cursed semens
Cause even our birthdays, are 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
beefs
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
Pass by his family but what could I say?
Keep your head up and try to keep the faith
And pray for better dayz
Thinking back as an adolescent
Who would have guessed, that in my future years I'd be
stressing
Some say the ghetto's sick and corrupted
Plus my P.O. won't let me hang with the brothers I grew up
with
Trying to keep my head up and stay strong
All my homies slanging yayo all day long
But they wrong, so I'm solo (so low) and so broke
Saving up for some Jordan's, cause they dope
I got a girl and I love her but she
Send "Better Dayz" Ringtone to your Cell 
