better days

its Saturday afternoon i got my feet kicked back and I'm chillin in my room. what'll I do doesnt really matter cause I'm feeling my mood. to really live life now that's hard to do, dealing with the garbage that life seems to brew. it can be easy or tough it's all upto you. first things first i got jumped by the cops. then my girl left my side, next thing i know my dad shot my mom and then she almost died. I got robbed by a fiend. gun to the head make your insides green. used to dream of candy with cream. now I just hope I can manage these screams we just pray for better days not that im weak but im ready for a change. u think u g man that shit is lame. I used to sell and think the same.