Better days, Better nights
Better wings so I can be in flight
So I sing so that I can ease this plight
Bigger dreams so I can reach my heights
I bereave the night because...
I can see the light
Better days better nights
Better soil that I can plant my seeds
Better oil in my soul tank called believe
I store heaven in my pen, so hell must leave
To old things I flee
Old things I flee...
Better days , better nights
Better fists so I complete this fight
Better gifts that I offer, my presents my write
when my ink hits my paper
I can see the light
It will be alright
Right Right
It will be alright.
P.O.P.