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From : OfficialDJKronic
Added: Nov 8, 2009
Better Days (Remix) HERE: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pCiSSwNtAvI Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/officialdjkronicx LYRICS!!!!! [Chorus] 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 [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus] 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 The Game - Better Days The Game - Better Days The Game - Better Days The Game - Better Days
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