Coming Years

[Grand Puba] Uhh ("through the coming years") through the coming years ("life, will grow sweeter") life is gon' get much sweeter y'all ("through the coming years") Through the coming years ("life, will grow sweeter") [Verse 1: Grand Puba] Now I heard the silliest shit from this crackhead bitch I asked her why she smoked that shit, she said "we all can't be rich" She said, "I'm hopeless, like a penny with a hole in my soul" Then she asked me my goal, I said to live to grow old And watch my seeds grow and teach those who need to know And if my shorties need me, deliver like Domino's See the name of the game of life is maintain Your mind won't grow if you can't feed the brain Through the coming years a lot of blood, sweat and tears Poured a lot of beers for my niggas who ain't here My pops used to school me - I'mma keep it real with you You can play the corner all you want 'till one day it's gon' get you Got to get up, get out and get something Or you can sit around all day and do nothing See that's the main reason why that we pour a lot of beer Cause there's mad niggas gone but the corner's still there so [Chorus] ("through the coming years... life, will grow sweeter") ("through the coming years... life, will grow sweeter") [Verse 2: Lord Jamar] They say you only get better with age Fine wine gets better with time, fruit get ripe on the vine Truth bring light when it shines I'm at my best, like Tyson in his prime And that goes for the raps and the beats I make songs for those trying to escape but trapped in the streets And y'all 'bout to see that I'm 'bout to be on MTV Looking off a penthouse balcony And I've been fucking with birds like falcons, we Off the handle and steel like alchemy Just for keeping it real like Malcolm, G OD it'll all reveal When they, crown me king then you all will kneel I'm 'bout to, drop some shit that you all will feel The seed's been planted, now look at all the vegetation I'm trying to see my family straight for generations Give me my reparations [Chorus] [Verse 3: Sadat X] I'm not the richest, not by far And I ain't got 24 inches on the car And I doubt that you'll ever see me at the car show And I work every day, ain't got that star dough But my daughter keep me grounded Surrounded by good friends and my brothers, and a few others That I met on the road, like here and abroad And the Brand Nubian name remain with respect All of us still here and that's much more than a check Still growing and our family correct, tap the bottle And I guess you could say that I'm a role model Of how to make it without hitting the lotto, and that's life From a man to a boy, from build to destroy We born again, yo it's back on again One more trip across the globe One more run for the roses, the door never closes Until we shut it right [Chorus]