2pac - Close my eyes lyrics

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days Heyyy! Better days.. Got me thinkin' 'bout better days Most of these n***as need b**hes too But you never hear that side of the story so We wanna do sh** like this... Verse-1 Sometimes its hard to wake up in the morning Mind full of demons, I don't wanna hear them anymore Got me heartbroken,fine, so many babies screaming Cause they seeing destruction before they a see human being So they start smoking weed, we'll never get our day Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shape Cause they all broke. and why do ghetto birds die Before we learn to fly, some bodies else's child caught in guns Smoking weed, can all make a change So I'm told, but I haven't seen the change unfold I keep hoping please, if you prefer to breathe Communities in need of people that will lead Keep your eyes open, I can only say I'll try Until the day I die Baby please don't cry Got me thinkin' 'bout better day Verse-2 (Not sure about few words here) Eternally thug n***a Hilfigure made by Tommy So when I speak hope to reach my buddy mommy Oh come to poppy I love it when you sweat and sloppy more peeps Until I come to wake no one can stop me My bump and grind Coming through ya every time Come get a blast of this through pa**ion It'll blow your mind Hey throw up your legs Wrap your sh** around my back It's a west side bang f**ing hoes around the map ? get down with 2Pac while I'm ? out ? While they seduce my jimmy I'll Be screaming give me body Make then hoes scream my name out Give me my prides and don't cha Love out these thugs n***a ? I'm at the freaking parade I'm watching caramel b**hes play Get with real n***as bullsh**ting never get your pay This is the dream of a young black teen I think hoes cross-country like a greedy crack fiend Now come on! Verse-3 Though half our problems can be based on economical greed And dying breed, addicted to weed They're getting Gs With my heart open, greed, brings only misery A way to tragedy, so I stay s**er free Only a few chosen, rise (rise) My ghetto queen, rise (rise) Don't be afraid to try (try) Too many of us died for the door to open wide My brother be wise, stay focused on the prize Though everybody dies We continue growing... Got me thinkin' 'bout better days Heyyy! Better days..