Better Days (Ft. Andre Merritt - The Game

Been holding this pain inside for so long

Though the rain never goes away

They say I should leave these streets behind me

But its so hard to escape

Oh lord please send me an angel

To lead me out of this place

Send me a away

A away

Far away

To better days

The first thing I wanna do is say wat up to TI

King of the south now everybody see why

Im just driving and thinking why I survived here

And I aint seen dre and eminem in 5 years

That sound shady right

I live a crazy life

So many black thoughts I had to paint the mercedes white

I can tell you about the rims but I aint here for that

Going out like big and pac I fear for that

Take this lambo and put 6 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 cos thats what i been dreaming bout

I aint thinking bout b-tches or pulling beemers out

Im thinking bout my son safety everytime they leave the house

I know how to make it out the hood i seen the route

And heres the proof me venus and serena out

Been holding this pain inside for so long

Though the rain never goes away

They say I should leave these streets behind me

But its so hard to escape

Oh lord please send me an angel

To lead me out of this place

Send me a away

A away

Far away

To better days

Im sitting on these stairs at this church

Bout to start a verse

And somewhere in the world somebody about to start a hoarse

Tell me who inside it who's son is that

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

I aint saying confess definietly aint saying snitch

But if you kiled the n-gga help his momma dig his ditch

Im from the hood where n-gga gotta keep their gun cocked

Kids wear dre beats to stop the sound of gun shots

But at least they got the dre beats cos kids in africa aint even got shoes on they feet

And i seen it on my own eyes at the same time I picking flys off my own eyes

Can you feel that if you can hear them buzzing

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

They lost there baby daughter and she was only 3

She never got a chance to blossom on the family tree

Been holding this pain inside for so long

Though the rain never goes away

They say I should leave these streets behind me

But its so hard to escape

Oh lord please send me an angel

To lead me out of this place

Send me a away

A away

Far away

To better days

We got a new president and I love that he black

But Imma ask him like bush where the soldiers at

Now move the camera to new orleans where the soldiers at

The water dried up well n-gga do you know they clap ( )

We all juveniles we all been through some trials

And some tribulations Im in this booth pacing

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

Can't show you I covered them up with tattoos

I can't do nothing but spit the truth

On probation smoking drink patrone before I hit the booth

You making songs for the clubs while n-ggas drinking

I make em for the ride home when n-ggas stinking

One minute you here next minute sh-t is tragic

And its a Jim Johnsin track now fill this stack

Been holding this pain inside for so long

Though the rain never goes away

They say I should leave these streets behind me

But its so hard to escape

Oh lord please send me an angel

To lead me out of this place

Send me a away

A away

Far away

To better days