Better Days

[Hook: C Dub & Yung Ra] Same ol' shit (Same shit) Just a different day (A different day) Still searching for those better days (Better days) Lord it gotta be a better way (A Better way) How more can a nigga take (Reaching for the stars) [Repeat x1] [Verse 1: Da Grym Reefer] It's an everyday struggle just to pay the bills Can't make an honest living Damn near gotta rob and steal Feeling like a slave Cause even though I got paid today All the bills I've accrued Overdue Or they due today Just wish that I knew a way To make it to a brighter day Racing through the road of life Looking for my right-of-way Cause right away Everything isn't looking good But still trying to keep up with the Joneses Like I'm living good But I'm still in the hood Tell me what you know Honestly About poverty No credit card in your wallet Just an EBT Been seeking employment But employment ain't really seeking me And Section 8 About the only way for me to keep my lease Got a letter Telling me, next month My rent will increase But in that same week My work hours about to decrease Seems like the only comfort I find is in a weed leaf But gotta find another job So I can't chief for six weeks (Damn!) [Hook: C Dub & Yung Ra] Child support due Baby needs shoes I might not have a job But you ain't got a clue So don't push me Cause I'm close to the edge Trying to keep from robbing niggas Putting pistols to their head I'm just Fed up with not having my bread up Rather take chances with feds trying to set a nigga up Instead of getting fucked by a 9-5 And still can't hardly survive Or get your head above water as hard as you try No such thing as an honest living Cause honestly No one honest is even still living Obviously I see the poor and we're still struggling I see the rich and they still hustling Like it's still nothing They've got the most But they give nothing We got the least but we share it Even though we ain't got nothing And even though we ain't got nothing We've got the will to survive more than most So nigga that's something [Hook: C Dub & Yung Ra] [Verse 3: Da Grym Reefer] Life is what you play out Looking for a way out We be like "Fuck a job!" And hustle hard for a payout Jobs like a layoff Right before the playoffs Fourth quarter bullshit Right before your payoff Guess that's how I got in this rapping shit Cause if it wasn't for that I'd probably be on some trapping shit Went and got knowledge of self Now they say I'm an activist But I ain't got a pot to piss How can I adapt to this Trying to school my people On all kinds of traps and shit But I would get more respect If I said I was trafficking "Oh, now we on that again?" "Yeah, now we're on that again." I love all my people I just hate where our passion is If we wanted to change the world More than our income We'd still have the Black Panthers Malcolm and then some Instead of doing the same shit That's just going to fade away Dig down a bit deeper And maybe we'll see a brighter day (Just maybe.....)