"Looking for these better days. Got me thinking about better days. 
Time to question our lifestyle. Look at how we live. Smokin weed like it's not a thing. so even kids wanna try now. They lie down and get ran through. No one watches them, clockin them, the evil man do. Faced with demons, addicted to hearing victims screaming. Guess we were 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 beast. And only we can change. It's up to us to clean up the streets, it aint the same. Too many murders, too many funerals, too many tears. Just saw a brotha buried, plus i knew him for years. Passed by his family, but what can I say? Keep your head up, and try to keep the faith, and pray for better days.
Better days. Got me thinking about better days.
Thinking back as an adolescent, who would've guessed it? That my future years I'd be stressin. Some say the ghetto is sick and corrupted, plus my P.O. wont let me hang with the brotha's I grew up with.
Tryin to keep my head up and stay strong. All my homies slangin all day long, but their wrong. So I'm solo and so broke, savin up for some Jodan's cause their dope. I got a girl and I love her but she's broke too and so am i. I can't take her to the place she wants to go to. So we argue and play fight, all day and night. Make passionate love till the daylight. Plus we're about the get evicted, can't pay rent. Guess it's time to see who's really your friend. Tell me your pregnant - and I'm amazed. So many blessings while we're stressin, looking for them better days.
Now you and me were real cool... hell on them square fools. Since back in highschool we were true, me and you. Hardly parted or seperated, we stayed faded. Affiliated with gang bangers and STILL MADE IT. Up in gym, mess with me, you gotta mess with him.
Still dressin like grown men when rollin. I went too dark, smokin Newports, gamin marks. Gotta place in my heart, homie, 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. Doing time in cells, you need mail when your in jail. And me? I'm doing cool.. I settled down, had a family, workin in night school. Every once and a while I reminisce and wonder how we came to this. I miss the better days.
Better days. Got me thinking about better days....
I send this one out to all the homies down in Clinton lock down, Rikers Island. All them dudes I was locked up with E-block, F-block, lower-H. N-I-C in Rikers Island. All the people I met along the way, better days is coming. Keep your head up."
-Tupac
Tupac had great things to say... RIP 
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