Common, Brand Nubian - Maybe One Day lyrics

Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
One time as we do it like this, yeah
Grand Puba, Common Sense

Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's all love y'all what you say?

Strive to understand what life's about
All it seems to be is sadness and pain
Blood like rain clogs urban drains

And take the blame, erase the shame
Cause new millenium is knockin at your door
The New World Order's what they got in store

Now I can't stress this enough
Life sure is rough
You gotta go through a whole lotta shit
Just for you to get a little bit
Born into existence where your
Existence is non-existant
But your persistance overcomes
Their resistance
Your daily mechanism is your defense
Whether it be
Past or present tense, don't be dense
I'm droppin this with Common Sense
As we linger on into the darkness
Poisoned by society where high-anxiety
Is just one variety
Hatin each other is another, brotha
I mean I'm really true to the shit
My spit ain't just spit
My duty is to save my people
From all of this shit
And if I can get somethin for
Doin that then I'm gon' get and I won't quit
My ways and action manifest in
My way of thinkin
I just can't stand around and do nothin
While my people sinkin
I told you that I stay true
And I gotta do, what I can do, when I can do
So chorus

Grand Pui'ma dowhat I gotta dowhat I can do
It's one for all like Brand Nu-bian
Feedin the multitudes of five loads
Dead men walkin with lost souls
Some say the games are strange
Our ways have been tribal
Since the days of Kemet
Now displayed on Bennett
Revolution's like a pussy
I'm tryin to stay up in it
And our music is a message
Though some is afraid to send it
I don't know much about the New
World Order I know I got a new daughter
Direction and protection I must
Provide for her
The moral of the story I'm building
Like ODB say, "We for the children"
Nike make a killin off us
We kill each other, it kills me to see that
You take a life for gold
Nigga did you really need that?
We try to escape the mixtapes
Rims and weed sack
And to the new age, they say
The women's gonna lead that, so

Chorus

The negativity pulls us down like gravity

In this era of prepaid calling cards
I roll with squads called the Gods
Ignorance is at large
Struggles in our backyard
I slapbox with life and see
We wasn't that hard
Long as you got God, even got Gramps off lah
It's stray lies and bullets directed
To lead the village
Of lies disconnected like ghetto phones
Fuck a search through a
Magazine for Better Homes
It ain't gonna happen
Til the devil's gone with the breeze
And niggas get off they knees so

Chorus