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Better Dayz (album al que pertenece este track) es el cuarto álbum póstumo de 2Pac, lanzado el 26 de noviembre de 2002. Es el último doble álbum del rapero.

El álbum debutó en la posición #5 de la lista Billboard 200. Este lanzamiento es el segundo de los dos álbumes grabados con material inédito del periodo "Makaveli" de 2Pac, y fue producido por el productor de Death Row Johnny "J", Jazze Pha, Frank Nitty y E.D.I. de The Outlawz, entre otros. Incluye 23 canciones no liberadas del periodo de 1995-1996, con apariciones de Nas, Tha Outlawz, Mýa, Jazze Pha, Ron Isley y Tyrese, entre otros. También incluye la canción "Military Minds" con la colaboración de Buckshot y Smif-N-Wessun (por entonces conocidos como Cocoa Brovaz), miembros de Boot Camp Clik, que iba a formar parte del álbum colaborativo entre 2Pac y BCC titulado One Nation, pero debido a la muerte del rapero nunca llegó a ser lanzado de forma oficial. El sencillo "Thugz Mansion", tiene dos versiones: la versión acustica con Nas, y la versión hip hop con Anthony Hamilton. El álbum vendió 366.000 copias en la primera semana. El 31 de enero de 2003, el álbum fue certificado doble platino por la RIAA. La canción "Ghetto Star" aparece en la banda sonora del videojuego 25 To Life.

Letra

They got a nigga shedding tears, reminiscin on my past fears

Cause shit was hectic for me last year

It appears that I've been marked for death

My heartless breath, the underlying cause of my arrest

My life is stressed, and no rest forever weary

My eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery

Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary

But at times unnessecary, I'm gettin worried

Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic

And certain death for us ghetto bastards

What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

Life in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die

But don't cry through your despair

I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggaz on welfare

And who cares if we survive

The only time they notice a nigga is when he clutchin on a four-five

My neighborhood ain't the same

Cause all these little babies goin crazy and they sufferin in the game

And I swear it's like a trap

But I ain't given up on the hood it's all good when I go back

Hoes show me love, niggaz give me props

Forever hop cause it don't stop on my block

Now shit's constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots

Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops

Black male slippin in hail when will we prevail

Fearin jail but crack sales got me livin well

And the system's sucidal with this Thug's Life

Stayin strapped forever strapped in this drug life

God help me, cause I'm starvin, can't get a job

So I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard

Can't sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt

Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers

Mislead from childhood where I went astray

Till this day I still pray for a better way

Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke

From the start I felt the racism cause I'm dark

Couldn't quit the bullshit make me represent

Hit the bar and played the star, everywhere I went

In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own

I close my eyes and picture home on my block

And I can't help but wonder whhhy, so many young kids had to die

Caught strays from AK's and the driveby

Swollen pride and homicide, don't coincide

Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside

Cause our block is filled with danger

Used to be a close knit community but now we're all cold strangers

Time changes us to stone them crack pipes

All up and down the block exterminatin black life

But I can't blame the dealers

My mama's welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels

Shit's real, I know ya feel, my tragedy

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

Gamin the hoochies hopin I can get to sleep with her

It's a man's world, stayin strapped

Fantasies of a nigga livin phat, but held back

Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless

Wide eyed and losin focus on my block

And block parties in tha projects lastin way past daylight

A young nigga learned to break nine

Used to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the pen

I send them ends, but it's tough on a friend, in my mind

I see the same motherfuckers ballin

Alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call

I know the young niggaz understand this

Growing up in this world where everything is scandalous

I reminisce on tha fast times, past crimes

Tryin to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime

Can't explain, just what attracts me to this dirty game

Gold chains, some extra change, and the street fame

And what's strange is that everybody knows my name, swear they all know me

And lots of cash make a nigga change

I hit the green just to maintain, feelin pain

For all the niggaz that I lost to the game from my block