Better Days Lyrics - Ron Banks

[WC] 

Nineteen-ninety-eight, damn I can't believe it 

Whoever thought, throughout the drama, we'd live to see it 

So many of us done lost lives to the streets 

As we reminisce I'm pourin liquor for the deceased 

Thinkin bout the times that I spent with many of em 

Hopin that the Lord let me see the millenium 

Trapped in this ghetto main, seekin better days 

Fightin for my conscience, tryin to shake these wicked ways 

I know it's wrong but it's hard to change 

All my life, all I ever knew was hustle and game 

Lookin for answers ever since I was a adolescent 

Faced with rejection, early age stressin 

But now ten years later with doodoo respect 

I'm bustin million dollar raps and six digit checks 

Showin love to my peeps and my love don't change 

Here's a toast to you fakes, huh, here's to better days 

[Ron Banks] 

Might sound strange, but I just can't run away 

I can't run, run, it might sound strange 

but I just can't run away 

I can't run, no, run away 

[WC] 

Touch a meal ticket, shake a spot for good 

Never, I still got love for the neighborhood 

And even though now it's infested with gunplay 

on most days like Bootsy I can't stay away 

Cause if I shook like y'all shook on me 

Then whose gon' stay and guide the way for the lil homies? 

I can't turn my head on my folks 

so I stay visible in these streets and try to give hope 

Born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto 

Got love for the ghetto, I can't forget the ghetto 

How come everytime we get some change in our can 

we run away and try to move out as far as we can? 

I know that jealousy's the devil's greed but you worse 

than a devil when you turn your back on these young G's 

Now feel every word that I say, hear my cry 

as I struggle out of thirst and search for better days 

[Ron Banks] 

Might sound strange, but I just can't run away 

I can't run, run, run away! 

Said I just can't run away 

I can't run, run, run away 

No I just can't run away 

I can't run, run, runnnnnn away! 

[WC] 

Another day another dollar, it feels good to look around 

and see I'm surrounded by real riders 

Childhood comrades I ran with for years 

Shared the same beer and tears over the same peers 

Player haters swearin that all we all G's 

off each others strength with these, regulates the same cheese 

No jealousy we all family like Sister Sledge 

Lace each other with game, so I can spin beer cans 

Watch our kids grow together, as we get old together 

Loc I mean this, let no one come in between this 

Keep our business among us, behind doors and eyes closed 

on those we consider as foes 

Outsiders never exposed to your hustle 

Plus I'm, never been one likely to trust em 

No negative association, just dedication 

to watch our paper sprout like this bud mutation 

[Ron Banks] 

Might sound strange, but I just can't run away 

I can't run, run, run away! 

No I just can't run away 

I can't run, I can't runnnnnnn away! 

No I just can't run away 

I can't run run run run runnnnnn away!