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")

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 Dominos

See the name of the game of life is maintain

Your mind won't grow if you can't feed the brain

Through the comin years a lot of blood sweat and tears

Poured a lot of beers for my niggaz who ain't here

My pops used to school me - I'ma keep it real wit'chu

You can play the corner all you want 'til one day it's gon' get you

Got to get up, get out and get somethin

Or you can sit around all day and do nothin

See that's the main reason why that we pour a lot of beer

Cause there's mad niggaz 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")

[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 tryin to escape but trapped in the streets

And y'all 'bout to see that I'm 'bout to be on MTV

Lookin off a penthouse balcony

And I've been fuckin with birds like falcons, we

off the handle and steel like alchemy

Just for keepin 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 tryin to see my family straight for generations

Gimme my reparations

[Chorus]

[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 growin 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 hittin 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]