[Verse 1: J Method]
I grew up and screwed up, I'm a fuck up
A worthless nigga who be living all fucked up
I hurt myself many times I'm a suck up
Waiting for bitches to grow the fuck up
Laughing at your ass when you working so hard
They never knew music comes straight from your heart
Why you gotta live when you know you're gonna die?
Cause fuck this world everything is a damn lie
Scratching shit like you spinning on a 45
I rather die and roll by 405
I pray that my soul goes to the holy sky
A young nigga died that's why the angels cry
I've seen faces of people I thought I never see
I became a someone I thought I'll never be
So hard to understand my position, been judged by opposition
Confused, that's my life's caption
I stayed in school, stayed outta the streets
Spend time makin' music and some dope ass beats
Yo, I chased girls and I hurt myself
I guess its time to put my heart, back on the shelf
Yo, true love lives inside you and me
That's why I'm living my life so young and free
Its time to bring hip hop back
I guess its so hard when you got not back
I look back at my past, running so fast but I'm still placin' last
I close my eyes and I pray
I hope someday I see a better day
[Hook]
We be looking for them better days
Hey (x3)
Thank God we are onto to better days
[Arete]
Looking for them better days
Be looking for them better ways
Pockets empty, I be looking for a better raise
I praise, my Lord, Jesus in the meantime
Ducking them fakers I keep it real with these clean rhymes
Grew up-to be a screw up-I was stuck-
In a life of crime, end up almost doing time
But Mama don’t cry, your Son is doing fine (now)
With Jesus on my side, you know ima reach my prime (now)
F-A-I-T-H helps you to move on
Take you out the gutter to get up and get your groove on
So many lies, it's hard to see them from a distance
Sons of Issachar, yea, we the resistance
Turn to the Bible and read about existence
Keep your assistance, we roll with no bitches,
I be different than, rest of these snitches
On that paper chase till I'm bathing in them riches
And these ain't wishes, the beat is vicious
It's so precious as I’m looking for that pot of gold
Something special as I’m starring at K.Dot's soul
[J Method]
I must confess, my life is filled with so much stress
I guess that’s the part of heading to success
That’s why I'm trying to stay--out of the streets
And I’m still running fast in my young bare feet
Yo, trying to bring the truth out, bringing Hip-hop back
You know, I guess that’s what I am all about
[J method & Arete]
Vancouver-city look at us pave the way
You know what the song say, get high and pray
And make way for them better days
[Outro]
We be looking for them better days
Hey (x3)
Thank God we are onto to better days
We be looking for them better days
Hey (x3)
Thank God we are onto to better days
[Mystery Man]
We are onto to better days
I grew up and screwed up, I'm a fuck up
A worthless nigga who be living all fucked up
I hurt myself many times I'm a suck up
Waiting for bitches to grow the fuck up
Laughing at your ass when you working so hard
They never knew music comes straight from your heart
Why you gotta live when you know you're gonna die?
Cause fuck this world everything is a damn lie
Scratching shit like you spinning on a 45
I rather die and roll by 405
I pray that my soul goes to the holy sky
A young nigga died that's why the angels cry
I've seen faces of people I thought I never see
I became a someone I thought I'll never be
So hard to understand my position, been judged by opposition
Confused, that's my life's caption
I stayed in school, stayed outta the streets
Spend time makin' music and some dope ass beats
Yo, I chased girls and I hurt myself
I guess its time to put my heart, back on the shelf
Yo, true love lives inside you and me
That's why I'm living my life so young and free
Its time to bring hip hop back
I guess its so hard when you got not back
I look back at my past, running so fast but I'm still placin' last
I close my eyes and I pray
I hope someday I see a better day
[Hook]
We be looking for them better days
Hey (x3)
Thank God we are onto to better days
[Arete]
Looking for them better days
Be looking for them better ways
Pockets empty, I be looking for a better raise
I praise, my Lord, Jesus in the meantime
Ducking them fakers I keep it real with these clean rhymes
Grew up-to be a screw up-I was stuck-
In a life of crime, end up almost doing time
But Mama don’t cry, your Son is doing fine (now)
With Jesus on my side, you know ima reach my prime (now)
F-A-I-T-H helps you to move on
Take you out the gutter to get up and get your groove on
So many lies, it's hard to see them from a distance
Sons of Issachar, yea, we the resistance
Turn to the Bible and read about existence
Keep your assistance, we roll with no bitches,
I be different than, rest of these snitches
On that paper chase till I'm bathing in them riches
And these ain't wishes, the beat is vicious
It's so precious as I’m looking for that pot of gold
Something special as I’m starring at K.Dot's soul
[J Method]
I must confess, my life is filled with so much stress
I guess that’s the part of heading to success
That’s why I'm trying to stay--out of the streets
And I’m still running fast in my young bare feet
Yo, trying to bring the truth out, bringing Hip-hop back
You know, I guess that’s what I am all about
[J method & Arete]
Vancouver-city look at us pave the way
You know what the song say, get high and pray
And make way for them better days
[Outro]
We be looking for them better days
Hey (x3)
Thank God we are onto to better days
We be looking for them better days
Hey (x3)
Thank God we are onto to better days
[Mystery Man]
We are onto to better days
( J Method )
www.ChordsAZ.com