Better Days (feat. Lil Flea)

We live bout the life this ain't a fairytale
 50 percent of my niggas are either dead or in jail
 I know heaven awaits cuz we are living in hell
 Just funerals and waits somebody say a prayer
 Write for the state give my nigga the job
 Without the facts don't know if ever this clear
 With my health care ain't no matters in here
 86 is a dog to prescribe a pill
 They tell me it's the white man I should fear
 It's my own kind doing all the killing here
 Pain is motivation trails and tribulations
 Created a monster now you gotta face him
 I hold you responsible for these crack babies
 Niggas stay strong sending all the block crazy
 Call us maybe took a villains to raise me
 Running life didn't escape me chasing this paper daily
 Like if I don't hustle I'ma going to die
 It's so fucked up all I can do is wonder why
 Better days
 Scratch and scrape for a plate trying to make a wait
 If you humble in the jungle you become the pray
 Is this the military of the streets
 Don't be a victim either you get there or you leave
 Better days
 Scratch and scrape for a plate trying to make a wait
 If you humble in the jungle you become the pray
 Is there a heaven for a real nigga like me
 I'm on a mission homie I ain't here to sightsee
 See that's a gun in your pocket I'm like it might be
 I don't give a damn if none of you bitches like me
 They keep killing us why the fuck we gotta kill each other
 Agree or don't disagree even if we don't feel each other
 My people are reason my people are being robbed nightly
 They can't afford to go out the hood to rob whitey
 They wish they were lucky enough to have a job like me
 It's fucked up they be like you bro been working hard slightly
 Instant oatmeal for breakfast lunch and dinner too
 I know they tired of that shit I know I feel it too
 Like if I don't hustle I'ma going to die
 It's so fucked up all I can do is wonder why
 Better days
 Scratch and scrape for a plate trying to make a wait
 If you humble in the jungle you become the pray
 Is this the military of the streets
 Don't be a victim either you get there or you leave
 Better days
 Scratch and scrape for a plate trying to make a wait
 If you humble in the jungle you become the pray
 The rules of engagement the coons and the gangstas
 Shooters to the shakers jackass to the crankers
 Keep wanting your chamber
 If you broken while swinging these treats ain't planned police ain't caring
 For CPS your parents cross paps overdosed on heroine
 So not even billing it's so overwhelming a kid with no feeling
 He's a soon a dealing man and soon he'll be killing
 And we be damned if we gon starve in this bitch
 Every nigga like we be stealing cars In this bitch
 December 25th they robbed Santa Claus in this bitch
 They get it an dome back with the only way they know how
 I bet they thought we was planned but I bet they know now
 This is a stick up so get your ass sat down on the floor now
 If you give them your duty my people don't come to your house
 I'm clueless what you go make me put this gun in your mouth
 Like if I don't hustle I'ma going to die
 It's so fucked up all I can do is wonder why
 Better days
 Scratch and scrape for a plate trying to make a wait
 If you humble in the jungle you become the pray
 Is this the military of the streets
 Don't be a victim either you get there or you leave
 Better days
 Scratch and scrape for a plate trying to make a wait
 If you humble in the jungle you become the pray