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