4 Better or 4 Worse

"4 Better or 4 Worse Instrumental" - Produced by DJ Numark

Lyrics: David Berner and Derek Ehlert

:Lyrics are a product of David Berner and Derek Ehlert and are not to be reused or redistributed in any way:

Verse 1 (David)

Yo...

4 Better or 4 Worse man...

I remember those days gettin' in fights 

behind the school bus and the best thing

they had to drink at lunch was an "Orange Crush"

for 5 bucks, you could either spend it or not

or buy somethin else with ma's money

and pray you don't get caught

but I was taught a handy lesson growin' up,

that I could be tough through ink 

or be tough through sellin' drugs

and unfortunately kids don't have a lot of options

when theres no tools to succeed

it's behind bars or in the coffins

true and often does this happen

while I'm writin' rhymes or rappin

that I think about the chances I got, grateful I have em'

and it's a mission of mine to try and reach the masses

and keep my pocket change away 

from government  and taxes, 

raise your glasses when you feel you've

succeed in life and you've got a slice of heaven

with two kids and a wife, sounds tight

but I know somethin' that you don't like

without the less fortunate, 

ya outta mind and outta sight

Verse 2 (Derek)

Back in the day I was unphased and unintelligent

gellin' front the television warped my brain to gelatin

weed heads said slang the sacks, but naw, never sellin' it,

instead became the face of rap, except lacked the melanin

but that's irrelevant, they all knew I was not to be fucked with

Metaphor megalomatic with more bars than a lego bucket,

before, excuse the pause, I was raw enough to "bring da ruckus"

while they try to box me in, I rip the strings out this puppet

In a remembrance of the fallen renegades, I am finally ready,

to convert all the conflicts of the past into blasts of confetti,

to flood the game like lil' wayne so best "raise the levys" 

and finally come to terms with the bevy of beverages

I write, my lyrics don't measure but the liquor slowly leverages,

pass out, wake up with the gut rot and the brain hemorrhages

with a hand full of medicine to overcome the facebook evidence

and wash my face of disgrace as I go back to doin' my dirt

cause the promise of progress comes from puttin' in work

I'm just a jerk, searchin for the right words for what it's worth

lookin' at it for better when I know it is for worse..

when it's for worse...

ya'll know it is for worse

Verse 3 (David)

When I step into the confessional booth, with a hundred proof

I realize I lost the best days of my youth so what's the use

of continuin' on when it's rainin' death, stretchin' out my neck 

so I can catch my last breath and whats next

for the man that can't admit his own mistakes

and he'd rather lose it all no matter how long it takes,

this life can break and destroy all that you have

demons in your present correlate to ya past,

then the smash, the explosion

when your mind starts erodin' 

In this world some are scientists and some are rodents

but the maze that we live is our heaven or our hell

and if we reach the light only time can tell

and it will, are you the student of the teacher

i'm not the preview, yo I'm the main feature

did I reach ya? Did you get the point? If not,

just chill and nod ya head to the joint,

nod ya head to the joint

Yeah..