Grape Soda

[Intro] Thanks for tuning in We should do it again Soon Shout out my good friend Navy Blue [Verse 1] This sound like Grape Soda in the summer The heat rising, let the fire hydrant spray over The street, seeps leaves, the concrete a deep color Damn, it's hot, cools us down before the days over Keeps us covered without shade on 'em Before the Sun fade on 'em Need all the vitamin D, the Sun laid on him While we got this weather After winter, always blessed that we got the pleasure Do me one better Let go of all the pressure All together That once stressed ya With just one gesture Wipe your hands clean Then take a fresh sip out the canteen All that grape soda gon' clog your arteries Give you diabetes, shit, make it hard to breath Leave you panting, drink more water Let that can be, before you can't breathe I wanna see you be Everything you can be Playing toy soldier's To playing with yourself, some hand cream It was Bally as the boy got older changed to brandy Then took the choice to go slower Still smoke mad weed But its a joy to know I can't see No more bad dreams Keep having one took a Toyota Camry To the grand prix Like there must have been a mistake And when I win, I wake Asked the psychic what it meant She said the kid was straight I'm fine Whatever I find, I'll take But I'm still in a state of mind that'll drive me to finer place And whatever it is thats mine I'll make the best of it So the dream I had I'm starting to make sense of it [Chorus] Better days Better days Better days I can see better days [Verse 2] Stayed in the city like a cabbie Tryna get his last dollar Unless I was with mom dukes out in Sag Harbor With Aunt Patty and Aunt Donna Never laughed harder Or out in Akron visiting my last barber He moved back home to the O with his crazy ass mama Was from out of town, 'cause of that, he held it down harder Loved playin' ball in the street, the ice cream parlor And I had to say I felt the same way Now go to the Dominicans to get the fresh fade On Forsyth They bet on cockfights, it ain't all dice There's more bite Than spades or craps Summer hit and there's more bikes outside than the Tour De France But they're motor bikes, more advanced that are soaring by Cops stop, wanna catch em, but they can't Ain't gon' try For a split second there All their control deprived Shows me a sign That there's more to life Not every God given sign you get is on a hike On a mountain top shown by some sort of light Some are more subtle I saw what I saw alright Call it a Godly sight Meanwhile When out the back of my ear, I hear some freestyle Out the speaker loud on the weekend I start cheesin' I have to say I'm proud to be a Nuyorican When summer come, you can see it Lotta red, white and blue Ain't for the fourth It's for a different reason For a brief three months, say too-da-loo to the season Slow it down, smoke a few 'Cause this the closest to the Island that we going be seein' 'Cause it's been 94 degrees This whole week We ain't inside, we be todos aquí occupy the whole street [Chorus] Better days Better days (You know how we be) Better days I can see better days Better days Better days [Outro] Mejores Dias, Mira I can see it I'ma let you take your time to get it That's where I'ma leave it