Pray for the better days

Yeah…

I been through it, homie.

But I still thank God every morning.

I remember late nights on the block with the homies,

Dreamin’ ‘bout a crib for my kids, no phonies.

Tryna make a dollar outta quarters and hope,

Used to roll dice on the curb just to cope.

Mama cried when the rent came due,

Told me, “Mijo, one day they’ll see the truth.”

Now I’m up, but I don’t act brand new,

Still pray for the ones who ain’t make it through.

So I pray for better days,

For the pain and the hate to fade away.

If I fall, I’ma stand, I don’t run, I stay —

‘Cause the real ones know we built this way.

Yeah, I pray for better days,

For my people who got lost in the maze.

If I shine, then we all get paid,

‘Cause loyalty don’t come with fame.

Had dreams in a notebook, tears on the page,

Turned every loss to a bar, every scar to a stage.

They said I wouldn’t make it, they laughed in my face,

Now they call me “G” when they hear my name.

Whole lotta pain in the life I chose,

But I learned that peace come when the truth unfolds.

Never changed up, just changed my goals,

Now I’m livin’ for the ones who ain’t got no road.

So I pray for better days,

For the pain and the hate to fade away.

If I fall, I’ma stand, I don’t run, I stay —

‘Cause the real ones know we built this way.

Yeah, I pray for better days,

For my people who got lost in the maze.

If I shine, then we all get paid,

‘Cause loyalty don’t come with fame.

Yeah…

This one for the streets that raised me,

For the angels that saved me.

For my mama who prayed for me daily —

I’m still here, can’t nothin’ break me.