The Game, Andre Merritt - Better Days lyrics

Been holding 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 away, away
Far away
To better days

First thing I wanna 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 sound Shady right, I live a crazy life
So many black thoughts I had
To paint the Mercedes white


I could tell you 'bout the rims
But I ain't here for that
Going out like Big and Pac, I fear for that
Take this Lambo, and put six holes in it
Shut up the glass and leave
My body exposed in it
Lift the doors up and let
All of my demons out
And I can see my brother now cause
That's what I've been dreamin 'bout
I ain't thinkin 'bout bitches
Or pulling Beamers out
I'm thinkin 'bout my sons' safety
Everytime they leave the house
I know how to make it out the hood
I seen the route
And here's 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 it's so hard to escape
Oh Lord please send me an angel
To lead me out of this place
Take me away, away
Far away
To better days

I'm sittin 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's son is that
And how he get there
Now tell me who gun was that
I ain't saying confess
Definitely ain't saying snitch
But if you killed the nigga
Help his mama dig his ditch
I'm from a hood where niggas
Gotta keep they gun cocked
And kids wear Dre Beats to stop
The sound of gun shots
But at least they got the Dre Beats
Cause kids in Africa ain't even
Got shoes on they feet
And I 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 'em buzzin
You can feel the pain of Mike
Tyson and his baby mother
They lost they baby daughter
And she was only three
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 it's so hard to escape
Oh Lord please send me an angel
To lead me out of this place
Take me away, away
Far away
To better days

We got a new president and
I love that he black
But I'mma ask him like Bush
"Where the soldiers at?"
Now move the camera to New
Orleans "Where the soldiers at?"
The water dried up
Well nigga do the Nolia 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
All 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
Smoke and drink Patron before I hit the booth
You makin' songs for the club
When niggas drinking
I 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

Been holding 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 away, away
Far away
To better days