Lookin' for these better days |
ˈlʊkɪn fər ðiz ˈbɛtər deɪz |
Better days hey, better days |
ˈbɛtər deɪz heɪ, ˈbɛtər deɪz |
Got me thinkin' 'bout better days |
gɑt mi ˈθɪŋkɪn baʊt ˈbɛtər deɪz |
Better days, better days, better days |
ˈbɛtər deɪz, ˈbɛtər deɪz, ˈbɛtər deɪz |
Hey, better days |
heɪ, ˈbɛtər deɪz |
Got me thinkin' 'bout better days |
gɑt mi ˈθɪŋkɪn baʊt ˈbɛtər deɪz |
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Time to question our lifestyle, look how we live |
taɪm tə ˈkwɛsʧən ˈaʊər ˈlaɪfˌstaɪl, lʊk haʊ wi lɪv |
Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids |
ˈsmoʊkɪn wid laɪk ɪt eɪnt noʊ θɪŋ, soʊ ˈivɪn kɪdz |
Wanna try now, then lie down and get ran through |
ˈwɑnə traɪ naʊ, ðɛn laɪ daʊn ənd gɛt ræn θru |
Nobody watches 'em, clockin' the evil man do |
ˈnoʊˌbɑˌdi ˈwɑʧəz ɛm, ˈklɑkɪn ði ˈivəl mæn du |
Faced with the demons, addicted to hearin' victims screamin' |
feɪst wɪð ðə ˈdimənz, əˈdɪktəd tə ˈhɪrɪn ˈvɪktəmz ˈskrimɪn |
Guess we was evil since birth, product of cursed semens |
gɛs wi wəz ˈivəl sɪns bɜrθ, ˈprɑdəkt əv kɜrst ˈsimənz |
Cause even our birthdays is cursed days |
kɑz ˈivɪn ˈaʊər ˈbɜrθˌdeɪz ɪz kɜrst deɪz |
A born thug in the first place, the worst ways |
ə bɔrn θʌg ɪn ðə fɜrst pleɪs, ðə wɜrst weɪz |
I'd love to see the block in peace |
aɪd lʌv tə si ðə blɑk ɪn pis |
With no more dealers and crooked cops, the only way to stop the beast |
wɪð noʊ mɔr ˈdilərz ənd krʊkt kɑps, ði ˈoʊnli weɪ tə stɑp ðə bist |
And only we can change |
ənd ˈoʊnli wi kən ʧeɪnʤ |
It's up to us to clean up the streets, it ain't the same |
ɪts ʌp tʊ əs tə klin ʌp ðə strits, ɪt eɪnt ðə seɪm |
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears |
tu ˈmɛni ˈmɜrdərz, tu ˈmɛni ˈfjunərəlz ənd tu ˈmɛni tɛrz |
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years |
ʤəst sin əˈnʌðər ˈbrʌðər ˈbɛrid plʌs aɪ nu ɪm fər jɪrz |
Passed by his family, but what could I say? |
pæst baɪ ɪz ˈfæməli, bət wʌt kəd aɪ seɪ? |
Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith |
kip joʊ hɛd ʌp ənd traɪ tə kip ðə feɪθ |
And pray for better days |
ənd preɪ fər ˈbɛtər deɪz |
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Better days, better days |
ˈbɛtər deɪz, ˈbɛtər deɪz |
Hey, better days |
heɪ, ˈbɛtər deɪz |
Got me thinking 'bout better days |
gɑt mi ˈθɪŋkɪŋ baʊt ˈbɛtər deɪz |
Better days, better days, better days |
ˈbɛtər deɪz, ˈbɛtər deɪz, ˈbɛtər deɪz |
Hey, Better days |
heɪ, ˈbɛtər deɪz |
Got me thinkin' 'bout better days |
gɑt mi ˈθɪŋkɪn baʊt ˈbɛtər deɪz |
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Thinking back as an adolescent, who would've guessed |
ˈθɪŋkɪŋ bæk əz ən ˌædəˈlɛsənt, hu ˈwʊdəv gɛst |
That in my future years, I'd be stressing |
ðæt ɪn maɪ ˈfjuʧər jɪrz, aɪd bi ˈstrɛsɪŋ |
Some say the ghetto's sick and corrupted |
səm seɪ ðə ˈgɛtoʊz sɪk ənd kəˈrʌptɪd |
Plus my P.O. won't let me hang with the brothers I grew up with |
plʌs maɪ pi.oʊ. woʊnt lɛt mi hæŋ wɪð ðə ˈbrʌðərz aɪ gru ʌp wɪð |
Trying to keep my head up and stay strong |
ˈtraɪɪŋ tə kip maɪ hɛd ʌp ənd steɪ strɔŋ |
All my homies slanging llello all day long, but they wrong |
ɔl maɪ homies ˈslæŋɪŋ llello ɔl deɪ lɔŋ, bət ðeɪ rɔŋ |
So I'm solo and so broke |
soʊ aɪm ˈsoʊˌloʊ ənd soʊ broʊk |
Saving up for some Jordan's, cause they dope |
ˈseɪvɪŋ ʌp fər səm ˈʤɔrdənz, kɑz ðeɪ doʊp |
I got a girl and I love her but she broke too, and so am I |
aɪ gɑt ə gɜrl ənd aɪ lʌv hər bət ʃi broʊk tu, ənd soʊ əm aɪ |
I can't take her to the place she wanna go to |
aɪ kænt teɪk hər tə ðə pleɪs ʃi ˈwɑnə goʊ tʊ |
So we argue and play fight, all day and night |
soʊ wi ˈɑrgju ənd pleɪ faɪt, ɔl deɪ ənd naɪt |
Making passionate love 'til the daylight |
ˈmeɪkɪŋ ˈpæʃənət lʌv tɪl ðə ˈdeɪˌlaɪt |
Plus we about to get evicted, can't pay the rent |
plʌs wi əˈbaʊt tə gɛt ɪˈvɪktɪd, kænt peɪ ðə rɛnt |
Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friend |
gɛs ɪts taɪm tə si hu ˈrɪli əz joʊ frɛnd |
Tell me you pregnant and I'm amazed |
tɛl mi jʊ ˈprɛgnənt ənd aɪm əˈmeɪzd |
So many blessings while we stressing |
soʊ ˈmɛni ˈblɛsɪŋz waɪl wi ˈstrɛsɪŋ |
Looking for them better days |
ˈlʊkɪŋ fər ðəm ˈbɛtər deɪz |
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Now me and you was real cool, hell on them square fools |
naʊ mi ənd jʊ wəz riəl kul, hɛl ɑn ðəm skwɛr fulz |
Since back in high school, we was true, me and you |
sɪns bæk ɪn haɪ skul, wi wəz tru, mi ənd ju |
Hardly parted or separated, we stayed faded |
ˈhɑrdli ˈpɑrtəd ɔr ˈsɛpəˌreɪtəd, wi steɪd ˈfeɪdəd |
Affiliated with gang-bangers and still made it |
əˈfɪliˌeɪtəd wɪð gæŋ-ˈbæŋərz ənd stɪl meɪd ɪt |
Up in the gym, mess with me, gotta mess with him |
ʌp ɪn ðə ʤɪm, mɛs wɪð mi, ˈgɑtə mɛs wɪð hɪm |
Still dressin' like grown men when rollin' |
stɪl ˈdrɛsɪn laɪk groʊn mɛn wɛn ˈroʊlɪn |
Out in the dark, smoking Newports, gamin' marks |
aʊt ɪn ðə dɑrk, ˈsmoʊkɪŋ ˈnupɔrts, ˈgeɪmɪn mɑrks |
Got a place in my heart, homey stay smart |
gɑt ə pleɪs ɪn maɪ hɑrt, ˈhoʊmi steɪ smɑrt |
Locked you up in the pen, and gave you three to ten |
lɑkt jʊ ʌp ɪn ðə pɛn, ənd geɪv jʊ θri tə tɛn |
I send you letters with naked flicks of old friends |
aɪ sɛnd jʊ ˈlɛtərz wɪð ˈneɪkəd flɪks əv oʊld frɛndz |
Hoping you well, I know it's hell |
ˈhoʊpɪŋ jʊ wɛl, aɪ noʊ ɪts hɛl |
Doing time in the cells, you need mail, when you in jail |
ˈduɪŋ taɪm ɪn ðə sɛlz, jʊ nid meɪl, wɛn jʊ ɪn ʤeɪl |
And me, I'm doing cool |
ənd mi, aɪm ˈduɪŋ kul |
I settled down, had a family, workin' an' night school |
aɪ ˈsɛtəld daʊn, həd ə ˈfæməli, ˈwɜrkən ən naɪt skul |
Every once in a while, I reminisce |
ˈɛvəri wʌns ɪn ə waɪl, aɪ ˌrɛməˈnɪs |
And wonder how we ever came to this |
ənd ˈwʌndər haʊ wi ˈɛvər keɪm tə ðɪs |
I miss the better days |
aɪ mɪs ðə ˈbɛtər deɪz |
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I send this one out, to all the homeboys down in uh, Clinton lockdown |
aɪ sɛnd ðɪs wʌn aʊt, tʊ ɔl ðə ˈhoʊmˌbɔɪz daʊn ɪn ʌ, ˈklɪntən ˈlɑkˌdaʊn |
Rikers Island, all them dudes I was uh locked up with, hehe |
ˈraɪkərz ˈaɪlənd, ɔl ðəm djudz aɪ wəz ʌ lɑkt ʌp wɪð, hehe |
E Block, F Block, lower H |
i blɑk, ɛf blɑk, ˈloʊər eɪʧ |
N-I-C in Rikers Island, downstate |
ɛn-aɪ-si ɪn ˈraɪkərz ˈaɪlənd, ˈdaʊnˌsteɪt |
All the peoples I met along the way |
ɔl ðə ˈpipəlz aɪ mɛt əˈlɔŋ ðə weɪ |
Better days is coming homeboy, keep your head up |
ˈbɛtər deɪz ɪz ˈkʌmɪŋ homeboy, kip jər hɛd ʌp |
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