Just Might Be Ok lyrics

Song information

Artist: Lupe Fiasco
Album: Food & Liquor

Lyrics

Affirmative no further furnishing is needed
I believe we are completed, dig
We all in agreement on the wall paper
Happy with the color scheme welcome to the crib
A two family habitat for humanity with a view where the insanity lives
My vida loca was built like bob vila villa gone
He architected I arted wat I hearted jimmy carter from chicago west side
Finish my construction now we hold the cuming like contracepts
Im conscious cept the cons are kept from conversations held with the satan on my shoulder
Which lead the steps that kept me looking over the shoulder like chauffeurs where my angels sat
Painful yet merry I aint jerry garcia im all here but im greatful church

Chorus
We just might be ok
After all
Sun gon' shine
On this day

It's fitting to get heavy its heaven
I am atlas at this manage to balance
Massive masses apon my back without tilting my glasses
This was not pilfered from pastors of o g s
This is so me
Ask us many mention lil homie lil bony
But the rhymes is fact
In fact
Chea just like a rochester customer god bless the mothers
And younger brother is a hustler
Cuz she don't want sob at his wake
But he want to follow in the steps
Bang his hat learn his shapes
Master his swagger in the bathroom mirror
Cop a chevy steady mob in his place
Chea its just the problems we face
Look his moms in the face and promise he's straight

Then he leaves the house that love built that
Hud renovated that section 8 pays for
Well lets pray for em
Let the beat play for em
Put his troubles on display for em
Cuz he gotta go and face the drama
With a difference face from the one that he used to face his momma
If you look close
You'll see it consists of a smile that hurts
A ice grill
And a trace of trauma
Little bit of his father
Another criterion that's no different from a young liberian
Who let the delirium weary him living in the inner city
Out of his mind
Liria reconcilia
Im cool I don't foretell best
I aint nicest mc I aint cornel west
I am cornel west side
Chi town rivera
Malcom excercise the demons
Gangsta leaning
He traded in his cuffy for a new era
Chose a 44 over a mortar board
I aint a credited institute graduate
I aint from nazareth
My conception wasn't immaculate
I aint mastered no calculus
In addition to rap my audience
I back flipped on the mattress they slept on me on
What down joe knowing is half the battle
Fighting temptation have a an apple
Shake the snakes pimp the system
Lets get into it tabernacle