Better Way

I know this aint life man.
I know I aint here just for this man. Theres gotta be a better way man.
Gotta be.
Scene one, mother looks into a new borns eyes while
thanking god for the gift of spirit hits as she crys.
While on the other side another mother is cryin.
She just watched a life she brought in the world painfully
die and while the other mother holds her baby close
to her breast. Other mother question god cuz she copin
with death. Heart heavey soul hollow.
Hope came in and left. But a women once filled with
joy screams «They killed my boy.
«Somethin that the other mother hopes to avoid.
Livin with a sense of loneliness,
she feelin a void. A brand new baby boy,
what a beautiful thing. Momma’s only 17,
didn’t consider her dreams.
Her pops got popped and her moms was a fiend.
A unity inside a family, amongst other things.
While the other mother droped to her knees and screamed
with her face to the sky as she asked god why? But I know.
We gonna make it out one day.
Theres gotta be a better way.
Don’t understand the pain I feel but I’m hard to heal,
this life’s so real. We gonna make it out one day.
Theres gotta be a better way.
Don’t understand the pain I feel but I’m hard to heal, this life’s so real.
Kids home, cryin. The baby need pampers.
Moms steady cryin, stomach ache cuz she’s famish.
Gotta chain smokin and though she know its cancerous.
Thats life and its happenin.
She livin for today uh. You can count her stresses
from my hand full of grace.
Her heart achin hands shakin as she wipe her tears
away (dear god). As she pray provide a mill a day.
Lord my baby bottle empty.
Fill it halfway. Life’s real.
Mother strugglin. Kids suffer.
A lot of fathers in jail they handcuffed 'em.
For intent to sell a white substance.
To provide a mill for his wife and her strugglins.
His intentions was good. But still some are judgin.
And label him a statue of a fool like Dave Ruppert.
I thought somehow some way we supposed to make it out
this ____. But still this can’t be life, this can’t be right.
Theres a better way man. Theres gotta be. Can’t be life man.
Lord knows that I thank him every day that I rise.
Though at times scared to open my eyes
(I'm scared). I’m wonderin if its a new day I did my
wish. Wit death come a life.
Hopin the gates, hopin to go inside.
As I open my eyes, I’m pissed off that the sun still
shine. Maybe tomorrow, he’ll call and do time.
As I try to wait, light me cigarette and inhale my
graze. Take the smoke up through my nose to help me
shorten my days. The newspaper front page read 9/11.
Hope the victims try and bine in heaven
(Damn)(God bless). As the world still turns my cigarette
burn. Put my ashes in my urn,
still waitin my turn. I know it was in front of me,
too busy lookin behind. Searchin for somethin not knowin
what I’m searchin to find.
My ____ in the same boat. Blind leadin the blind.
Homie, for money he starvin. I’ll just feed him with mine in due time.