702: Better Day

Hereand#8217;s the story bout a ghetto girl
Livinand#8217; in a ghetto world
Against the world alone
Problems in her ordinary life
Make you wanna run and hide
She can never get it right
Like the seasons when they change
Nothing ever stays the same
Surrounded by pain and empty dreams
So I pray (Iand#8217;m praying for a better day)
Thereand#8217;s gotta be a better day
New day
Gotta be a better way
Iand#8217;m tryna find a better way
See many times she didnand#8217;t have a dime
When the bills would multiply
Contemplated suicide
And momma never had that special touch
Her daddy touched her way too much
Finally she had enough
Like the seasons when they change
Nothing ever stays the same
Surrounded by pain and empty dreams
And sheand#8217;s so alone
Living in the ghetto
Iand#8217;m praying for a better day - oooooohhhhh
Iand#8217;m tryna find a better place
Baby donand#8217;t you cry
Hush little baby
Please donand#8217;t you cry
Baby thereand#8217;s no need to cry
Just reach for the sky
Donand#8217;t worry baby
Youand#8217;ll be alright
So learn to smile
Kiss your tears goodbye
She was a little ghetto child (Iand#8217;m praying for a
better day)
And then she turned her life around
Another day (Iand#8217;m tryna find a better way)
And I gotta find another way
Baby donand#8217;t you cry
Dry your eyes
You can spread your wings and learn to fly -
high, highand#8230;..
(For a better day)
Baby dry your eyes (Oh a better day)
You can spread your wing and learn to fly - high,
so highand#8230;..
Baby donand#8217;t you cry (Iand#8217;m praying for a better day)
You can spread your wings and learn to fly -
high, highand#8230;..
(Her mother didnand#8217;t have that touch, no, and daddy
touch her way too much)
Baby dry your eyes
You can spread your wings and learn to fly -
high, so highand#8230;and#8230;
Said she gotta get outta the ghetto, oh yesand#8230;..