Maybe One Day

Lyrics

[Intro: Grand Puba, Common] One, to-the, to-the two... Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... (What, what...) One time, as we do it like this, yeah Grand Puba, Common Sense (Yeah, yeah, yeah...) It's all love, y'all It's all love, y'all It's all love, y'all What you say, Pu? Dig it [Chorus: Grand Puba, Common & Keon Bryce] Maybe one day we can work it out Strive to understand what life's about All it seems to be is sadness and pain Blood like rain clogs urban drains When we gonna realize and make the change? Take the blame, erase the shame The new millennium is knocking at your door The New World Order is what they got in store [Verse 1: Grand Puba, (Common), together] 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-existent But your persistence – 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 (True indeed) As we linger on into the darkness (Yeah) 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 (Aight...) My duty is to save my people from all of this shit (Word) And if I can get something for doing that, then I'm gon' get it And I won't quit My ways and action manifest in my way of thinking I just can't stand around and do nothing while my people sinking I told you, that I stay true (Say what?) And I gotta do, what I can do, when I can do, so... [Chorus: Grand Puba, Common & Keon Bryce] Maybe one day we can work it out Strive to understand what life's about All it seems to be is sadness and pain Blood like rain clogs urban drains When we gonna realize and make the change? Take the blame, erase the shame 'Cause new millennium is knocking at your door The New World Order's what they got in store [Verse 2: Common] Grand Pu... I'ma do.... what I gotta do.... what I can do It's One For All, like Brand Nu–bian Feeding the multitudes with five loaves Dead men walking, with lost souls Some say the gangs is strange, our ways have been tribal Since the days of Kemet, now displayed on Bennett Revolution's like good pussy, I'm trying to stay up in it In 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 O.D.B. say, "We for the children" Nike make a killing 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 through mixtapes, rims, and weed sack And, to the New Age – they say that women's gonna lead that, so [Chorus: Grand Puba, Common & Keon Bryce] Maybe one day we can work it out Strive to understand what life's about All it seems to be is sadness and pain Blood like rain clogs urban drain When we gonna realize and make the change? Take the blame, erase the shame This new millennium is knocking at your door The New World Order is what they got in store [Verse 3: Grand Puba, (Common), & together] Oh, say it ain't so (It ain't so) My peoples at an all-time low (Double low, Pu') Nowadays, we doing anything for dough (For the dough, joe) Don't you know that Knowledge is the note? (What?) Know the ledge, don't hit the edge The negativity pulls us down, like gravity (Yup) Devilish ways and actions poisons us, like a cavity (Yessir) As we send this one throughout our whole proximity Grand Pu' and Common strive to come together [Verse 4: Common] In this era of pre-paid calling cards I roll with squads called the Gods Ignorance is at large Struggles in our backyard I slapbox with life and see it wasn't that hard As long as you got God; even got Gramps off lard It's stray lives and bullets directed That leave the village and lives 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: Grand Puba, Common & Keon Bryce] Maybe one day we can work it out Strive to understand what life's about All it seems to be is sadness and pain Blood like rain clogs urban drain When we gonna realize and make the change? Take the blame, erase the shame 'Cause new millennium is knocking at your door The New World Order is what they got in store