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