The Good times, the Better days hope they never fade away sometimes i wanna fly Good times better days keep ya head up somebody in a worser situation sitting in concentration camps unfamiliar with concentration this a cold world meditation for patience but striving for greatness make it harder for patience facing flaws and overcoming steppin stones steady fallin out the sky like shooting stars lookin in the fire but what is it to a tsunami whats money to your soul whats more presious than gold blind folded to the knowledge of genocide they look at us like pest tha all seeing eyes tuned in to the way of life we not suppose to live and then we die this aint the land of the free this the land of the crooked police why they had to take Lamont away my nikka my nerve i wish i can bring Jr back even tho Mira tauras was fucked up i shouldve gave my dog a ride took him home and let him drive the same day my nikka died ill give up everything to bring my nikkas back cant forget my dad back in person Pop and Uncle Rock yall gone but not time last forever so we basing time on a broken clock the body just a shell until the spirit buss bust up out it light ever lasting long our destiny will fufill Better days hope the goodtimes never fade away gotta see the sunshing on a rainy day