Z-Ro, Lil Flea - Better Days lyrics

We live bout the life this ain't a fairytale
50 percent of my niggas are
Either dead or in jail
I know heaven await's cuz we
Are living in hell
Just funerals and wait's 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 healthcare 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, trials 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 heroin
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 back to
Stealing cars In this bitch
December 25th they robbed Santa
Claus in this bitch
They get it a 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