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sj (1093ent) - better dayz كلمات الأغنية

growin’ up in the ‘hood, i was a lil different
i had an image that wasn’t sittin’ with other kids and
i consistently had to pick which position i’d sit in
’cause my decisions were conflicted with thoughts of tryna fit in
picture bein’ labeled the “smart kid” and often
kids talked sh-t, but they ain’t get
them verbal shots h-t like bricks
sittin’ at home thinkin why did god make me like this?
feelin’s stuck like a pin t’ the skin, feelin’ dim
i even tried to dumb myself down, thinkin’ i would wear the popular crown
missed alotta opportunities that way
angry at the world and afraid to embrace my real face
will i ever see better days? i often asked
thinkin’ how much longer it’ll last
we all got demons we battle, but i’ma get on that saddle
and ride it out, ’cause tomorrow’s days matter

homie trust it’ll be alright
don’t worry ’bout a thang – ’bout a thang
take a gaze at the crystal skies
’cause we seein’ better days – ay, ay, ay
homie trust it’ll be alright
don’t worry ’bout a thang – ’bout a thang
take a gaze at the crystal skies
’cause we seein’ better days – ay, ay, ay

i was in the eighth grade, dude’s comin’ in with bullet wounds
at an early age, yo i saw the damage bullets do
outside the school, had a barrell at my chest
the fact that it jammed, then he ran, you can say that i’m blessed
but on the flipside of that, you can say that i died
not in the sense i’m in a box and my momma had cried
fast forward through the pain that i caused and the stress
i would never be the same when that barrell left my chest
cut the whole world off, all i ever did was lash at my best friends like
jay, what the f-ck you mad ’bout?
took the math that i learned and applied to the hustle
took the pain that i felt and applied to the muscle
add the gun fights and time, yo my life was a mess
writin’ bars on the yard to get the sh-t off my chest
all in all, sh-t i learned, god got a better plan
f-ck bein’ real n-gg-, i’ma be a better man

i remember the times i got robbed, d-mn
the feelin’ of bein violated in my own home
that typa trauma does a number on a child
and it really fueled my anger, hatin my environment
i think it’s foul hittin’ licks for the thrill of it
an innocent kid who don’t know why you wanna take from him
i hated livin’ in this place and so i wanted out
i wanted to move into another house
in a place far away, out of reach from these theives
so i can live peacefully and go to sleep, it’ll be such a relief
not havin’ t’ watch my back
and conceal in conversaton what i have
even to this day, i still distrust in a major way
’cause katz is phony, and these women wanna play
with my emothions, ain’t no time for that
but i’m on to better days i ain’t goin’ back…yeah

- sj 1093ent

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