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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 that's mine I'll make the best of it
So the dream I had I'm starting to make sense of it

Better days
Better days
Better days
I can see better days

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

Better days
Better days (You know how we be)
Better days
I can see better days
Better days
Better days

Mejores Dias, Mira
I can see it
I'ma let you take your time to get it
That's where I'ma leave it