These Are The Days Chords by Busy Signal

[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] [Em] News on [D#] the hour, a family of 8 burned to [E] death in Mountain View yesterday, heaving
the homicide rate to a staggering 1,405 [G].66, less than [Em] last year's record-breaking body
count with just under [E] 2 months remaining in the year.
_ [Fm] Huh, yeah, I gotta stay conscious.
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_ [C#] _ _ _ _ [C] I gotta [Fm] get my bread, gotta keep my [F] head up.
These are the f**king days, when the golden men them teens have the [Fm] f**king needs.
Not few [C#] not have degrees but them [A#m] have the grades.
Bitch I [Cm] just tried to [Fm] see your f**king face.
[A#] _ [F] These are the f**king times, when the sneakers into all the nines.
Some were [C#] bribed by Jesus and them committed the crimes.
[Fm] Nothing literate and still I read between the lines.
_ [F] Those are the f**king dudes, claim them are your friends [Fm] and want your f**king food.
Then, some of them are white, some of them are white, some of them are kill white, some
of them are streeters like we need a realtor to [A#m] hire upon the [Fm] f**king news.
[F] These are the f**king days, when you can't trust police with them dirty ways.
Driving high [C#] around the streets with the [F#] f**king case.
Yo, you [C] can't even rest in peace in your [Fm] f**king grave.
[F] Everyday the same shit, different girl, same dick, different floor, same shit, different
drugs, same shit, [C#] same busy, different hits with different Mercedes.
[Fm] Reaching out to everyone in all different [A#] communities.
[F] These are the f**king things, that make a f**king DJ wanna f**king sing.
Me can't believe [C#] the baby mother, that's the pain in the inner the thing we're pissing in.
[C] Baby father beat her with [A#] the ting we're [Fm] glistening.
[F] These are the f**king days, you have to hustle in the streets [Fm] like a f**king slave.
Then the boss [C#] a work the lease, get the f**king raise.
You know sis [C] said they leave us to sleep on [Fm] the grass.
[F] Listen to these f**king facts, you know I've a spit and question of my f**king glock.
Capa whistle, [C#] smiley mouse, so we know you're rich top.
Another mother [Fm] ball, while she suffer [A#] the loss.
[F] Welcome to these f**king streets.
Chalk line, white sheet, regular receipts.
The less fortunate [C#] get treated like some refugees.
But don't get [Fm] fed up, keep your head, stay on your feet.
[A#m] [F] Right now we're at the f**king stage.
This day and age is like we locked up in a f**king cage.
And me a tell you [C#] sis, this is the need to rearrange.
It's kinda strange, [C] me want to buy your range, [A#] but the price out of my range.
[F] Watch the f**king way you move.
Killers in the streets always got something to [Fm] prove.
Watch your step, you [C#] better watch the f**king road you choose.
Fearful or [C] you'll live your life like a demoyer [Fm] refuse.
[F] In these days at the airport, the more you take off, baby, cop the airport.
Dem take more your [C#] cologne, roller, toothpaste.
Want dem hear [C] bout me flow, dem pull me [A#] f**king hair [Fm] out.
[F] These are the f**king days.
When your office sink, say these are the f**king days.
Yo, me can't [C#] believe, say these are the f**king days.
While me sing, that's [C] hiccup, please play the f**king [Fm] phrase.
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[F] Gotta keep my word, gotta keep my head up.
Gotta keep my word, gotta keep my head [C#] up.
Gotta keep my word, gotta keep my head [Cm] up.
Let me stay [Fm] focused, gotta keep your head [F] up.
Gotta keep my head up.
Stay strong.
Yeah.
See ya, okay.
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