Artist: Brand Nubian f/ Aisha Mike Album: Fire in the Hole Song: Ooh Child Typed by: Tha Lyricz Finisha [Chorus 2x: Aisha Mike] Ooh child, things are gonna get easier Ooh child, thing's get brighter [Sadat X] Yeah, now why they so worried about going to Mars When there's a million black seeds in Africa who starve? Mad people over here keep losing they jobs Half the hood in the ground, and the rest behind bars We want the money, the ice, the crib and the cars Yo, the sky's the limit, so reach for the stars But be careful of the choices you make, watch the snakes Know who keep it real and who keep it real fake And if you ever fall, you find out who's your friend You got to brush the dirt off then you get back up again Uh, and then you get back up And when you back up on your game, watch them pop back up Now with friends like that, nigga, who needs enemies? Me grab the mic and spit bullshit? Nigga, please I ain't trying to shovel bullshit through your system I'm only trying to drop some jewels, I hope you listen, so [Chorus 2x: Aisha Mike (Grand Puba)] Ooh child, things are gonna get easier (When you caught up in the struggle and you just trying to get it right) Ooh child, thing's get brighter (Bust ya ass everyday cuz you wanna live a better life) Ooh child, things are gonna get easier (If you focused) Ooh child, thing's get brighter (Stay on your grind, it's not hopeless) [Lord Jamar] Aiyo, why you looking so sad, it's not that bad Things could be worse, you could have a toe-tag So wipe away your tears, and just be glad you're here You had worse things in life that you had to bare A soft spot in my heart, so I had to care I couldn't stand by, watch a grown man cry So I offer my condolence, and told him To stand on his feet and walk to his destiny I'm never gonna let these muthafuckas get the best of me Addressing me, put up a fight or, put up your life Put up or shut up, when you put up a price I'm not a gambling man, so I put up the dice I like control in the odds and, holding the cards They brought drugs to the hood and they got sold to the Gods But still through it all, we refuse to submit And that's why we choose to spit real shit, like [Chorus] [Grand Puba] Time stand still on a day that's slow Bills piled up on the living room floor Hard to work it out when it's only just me Even with the glasses, feel like I can't see Some days on my budget, I can't even cop trees They trying to break the God, and bring you down to my knees Combined with these is the fact that my daughter's far away That's why I speak to her daily so I know that she's ok But don't pity on your boy, cuz I be aight But everything come to light, and everyday'll be bright And ya mind and your body is solved And the problems won't seem to harm in your mental And A.S.P.'s in your residential, that's the cause Of celebrating, where the babies could grow And you ain't gotta lock your doors, told to Elimination of wars, where the diseases of the world is just a bygone [Chorus] [Aisha Mike] Some day, we'll put it together and we'll get it all done Some day, your head is much wider Some day, we'll walk in the wings of a beautiful sun Some day, then the rays is much brighter [Chorus]