Close My Eyes

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

Heyyy! Better days..

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

Most of these niggas need bitches too

But you never hear that side of the story so

We wanna do shit like this...

Verse-1

Sometimes its hard to wake up in the morning

Mind full of demons, I don't wanna hear them anymore

Got me heartbroken,fine, so many babies screaming

Cause they seeing destruction before they a see human being

So they start smoking weed, we'll never get our day

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shape

Cause they all broke. and why do ghetto birds die

Before we learn to fly, some bodies else's child caught in guns

Smoking weed, can all make a change

So I'm told, but I haven't seen the change unfold

I keep hoping please, if you prefer to breathe

Communities in need of people that will lead

Keep your eyes open, I can only say I'll try

Until the day I die

Baby please don't cry

Got me thinkin' 'bout better day

Verse-2 (Not sure about few words here)

Eternally thug nigga Hilfigure made by Tommy

So when I speak hope to reach my buddy mommy

Oh come to poppy

I love it when you sweat and sloppy more peeps

Until I come to wake no one can stop me

My bump and grind

Coming through ya every time

Come get a blast of this through passion

It'll blow your mind

Hey throw up your legs

Wrap your shit around my back

It's a west side bang fucking hoes around the map

? get down with 2Pac while I'm ? out ?

While they seduce my jimmy I'll

Be screaming give me body

Make then hoes scream my name out

Give me my prides and don't cha

Love out these thugs nigga ?

I'm at the freaking parade

I'm watching caramel bitches play

Get with real niggas bullshitting never get your pay

This is the dream of a young black teen

I think hoes cross-country like a greedy crack fiend

Now come on!

Verse-3

Though half our problems can be based on economical greed

And dying breed, addicted to weed

They're getting Gs

With my heart open, greed, brings only misery

A way to tragedy, so I stay sucker free

Only a few chosen, rise (rise)

My ghetto queen, rise (rise)

Don't be afraid to try (try)

Too many of us died for the door to open wide

My brother be wise, stay focused on the prize

Though everybody dies

We continue growing...

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

Heyyy! Better days..