The Game - Better Days lyrics

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Been holdin' this pain inside for so long

Though the rain never goes away

They say I should leave these streets behind me

But it's so hard to escape

Oh lord please send me an angel

To lead me out of this place

Take me awwaaayyyy

Away, far away to better days

First thing I want to do is say what up to T.I.

King of the south now everybody see why

I'm just driving and thinking how I survived here

And I ain't seen Dre and Eminem in five years

That sounds Shady right, I live a crazy life

So many black thoughts I had to paint the mercedes white

I could tell you about the rims but I ain't here for that

Goin' out like Big and Pac I fear for that

Take this lambo and put six holes in it

Shatter the glass and leave my body exposed in it

Lift the doors up and let all my demons out

And I can see my brother now cause that's what I've been dreamin' bout

I ain't thinking bout bitches and pulling beamers out

I'm thinking about my sons safety everytime they leave the house

I know how to make it out the hood, I've seen the route

And heres the proof, me, Venus and Serina out

Been holdin' this pain inside for so long

Though the rain never goes away

They say I should leave these streets behind me

But it's so hard to escape

Oh lord please send me an angel

To lead me out of this place

Take me awwaaayyyy

Away, far away to better days

I'm sitting on these stairs at this church bout to start a verse

And somewhere in the world somebody bout to start a hearse

Tell me who inside it, who son is that

And how he get there now tell me who gun was that

I ain't saying confessed definetely ain't saying snitch

But if you killed the nigga, help his mamma dig his ditch

I'm from a hood were niggas gotta keep there gun cocked

And kids were Dre beats to stop the sound of gunshots

But at least they got the Dre beats

Cause kids in africa ain't even got shoes on they feet

And I've seen it with my own eyes

At the same time I'm picking flies off my own eyes

Can you feel that, if you can hear them buzzing

You can feel the pain in Mike Tyson and his baby mother

They lost their baby daughter and she was only three

She never got a chance to blossom on the family tree

Been holdin' this pain inside for so long

Though the rain never goes away

They say I should leave these streets behind me

But it's so hard to escape

Oh lord please send me an angel

To lead me out of this place

Take me awwaaayyyy

Away, far away to better days

We got a new president and I love that he black

But I'm a ask him like Bush, were the soldiers at?

Now move the camera to New Orleans were the soldiers at

The water dried up well nigga do you know your clap

We all juveniles, we all been through some trials

And some tribulations, I'm in this booth pacin'

What do I say next should I talk about some cars

Or the next chapter of my life and show you all my scars

Or my bullet wounds, and my stab wounds

I can't show you I covered 'em up with tattoos

I can't do nothing but spit the truth

On probation smoking, drink patron before I hit the booth

You makin' songs for the club when niggas drinking

I'm make 'em for the ride home, when niggas thinking

One minute you here, next minute shit is tragic

And this a Jim Jonsin track now feel the static

Been holdin' this pain inside for so long

Though the rain never goes away

They say I should leave these streets behind me

But it's so hard to escape

Oh lord please send me an angel

To lead me out of this place

Take me awwaaayyyy

Away, far away to better days