Better Days (Pain Inside)

[Chorus: Andre Merrit]

Been holding this pain inside for so long

Though the rain never goes away

They say I should leave these streets behind me

But it's so hard to escape

Oh Lord please send me an angel

To lead me out of this place

Take me away, away

Far away, to better days

[Verse 1: The Game]

First thing I wanna do is say "What up" to T.I

King of the south, now everybody see why

I'm just driving and thinking how I survived here

And I ain't seen Dre and Eminem in five years

That sound Shady right, I live a crazy life

So many black thoughts I had to paint the Mercedes white

I could tell you 'bout the rims, but I ain't here for that

Going out like Big and Pac, I fear for that

Take this Lambo, and put six holes in it

Shut up the glass and leave my body exposed in it

Lift the doors up and let all of my demons out

And I can see my brother now cause that's what I've been dreamin 'bout

I ain't thinkin 'bout bitches or pulling Beamers out

I'm thinkin 'bout my sons' safety everytime they leave the house

I know how to make it out the hood, I seen the route

And here's the proof, me, Venus and Serena out

[Chorus: Andre Merrit]

Been holding this pain inside for so long

Though the rain never goes away

They say I should leave these streets behind me

But it's so hard to escape

Oh Lord please send me an angel

To lead me out of this place

Take me away, away

Far away, to better days

[Verse 2: The Game]

I'm sittin on these stairs at this church, 'bout to start a verse

And somewhere in the world, somebody 'bout to start a hearse

Tell me who inside it, Who's son is that

And how he get there, now tell me who gun was that

I ain't saying confess, definitely ain't saying snitch

But if you killed the nigga, help his mama dig his ditch

I'm from a hood where niggas gotta keep they gun cocked

And kids wear Dre Beats to stop the sound of gun shots

But at least they got the Dre Beats

Cause kids in Africa ain't even got shoes on they feet

And I seen it with my own eyes

At the same time I'm picking flies off my own eyes

Can you feel that, If you can hear 'em buzzin

You can feel the pain of Mike Tyson and his baby mother

They lost they baby daughter, and she was only three

She never got a chance to blossom on the family tree

[Chorus: Andre Merrit]

Been holding this pain inside for so long

Though the rain never goes away

They say I should leave these streets behind me

But it's so hard to escape

Oh Lord please send me an angel

To lead me out of this place

Take me away, away

Far away, to better days

[Verse 3: The Game]

We got a new president and I love that he black

But I'mma ask him like Bush "Where the soldiers at?"

Now move the camera to New Orleans "Where the soldiers at?"

The water dried up, well nigga do the Nolia clap

We all juveniles, we all been through some trials

And some tribulations, I'm in this booth pacin'

What do I say next, should I talk about some cars?

Or the next chapter of my life and show you all my scars

All my bullet wounds and my stab wounds

I can't show you, I covered 'em up with tattoos

I can't do nothing but spit the truth

On probation, smoke and drink Patron before I hit the booth

You makin' songs for the club, when niggas drinking

I make 'em for the ride home, when niggas thinking

One minute you here, next minute shit is tragic

And this a Jim Jonsin track, now feel the static

[Chorus: Andre Merrit]

Been holding this pain inside for so long

Though the rain never goes away

They say I should leave these streets behind me

But it's so hard to escape

Oh Lord please send me an angel

To lead me out of this place

Take me away, away

Far away, to better days