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Just Might Be OK (feat. Gemini)

Food & Liquor, G Bo, we here, man

Gemini, you know how we do, FNFAffirmative, no further furnishin' is needed

I believe we are completed, dig?

We all in agreement on the wallpaper

Happy with the color scheme, welcome to the crib

A two family habitat for humanity with a view

Of where the insanity liveMy vida loca was built like Bob Villa, villa gone

He architected, I authored what I harbored

Jimmy Carter from Chicago's westside

Finished my construction, now behold

The coming like contraceptsI'm conscious 'cept the cons I kept

From conversations held with the Satan on my shoulder

Which led to steps that kept me lookin' over the shoulder

Like chauffeurs, where my angels at?

Painful, yet merry, I ain't Jerry Garcia, ma here

But I'm grateful, churchWe just might be ok after all

Sun gon' shine on these daysIt's finna get heavy as heaven

I am Atlas at this, manage to balance massive masses

Upon my back, without tiltin' my glasses

This was not pilfer from passes of O.G.'s

This is so me, ask usMini-mansion, little homie, little Boney

But the rhymes is phat

In fact, yeah, just like a Rochester customer

God blessed the mothers and younger brothers of hustlas

'Cause she don't wanna sob at his wake

But he wanna follow in his steps

Bend his hat, learn his shakesMaster his swagger in the bathroom mirror

Cop a Chevy, steady mob in his place

Yeah, it's just the problems we face

Look his moms in tha face and promise she straightWe just might be ok after all

Sun gon' shine on these daysThen he leaves the house that love built

That her renovated, that section A pays for

Well, let's pray for him, let the beat play for him

Put his struggles on display for him'Cause he gotta go and face the drama

With a different face from the one

That he used to face his mama

If you look close, you'll see it consist

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 LiberianIn Mecca delirium, weary of livin' in the inner city

Out of his mind literally, re-conciliate

I'm cool, I don't foretell best

I ain't nicest emcee, I ain't Cornel WestI am Cornel Westside, Chi-town Guevara

Malcolm exercised the demons, gangsta leanin'

He traded in his Kufi for a New Era

Chose a .44 over a mortar boardI ain't an accredited instituted graduate

I ain't from Nazareth

My conception wasn't immaculate, I ain't master no calculus

A good addition to the rap audience

I back-flipped on the mattress they slept on, me onWithout Joe, knowin' is half the battle

Fightin' temptation, have a apple

Shake the snakes, pimp the system

Let's get into it, tabernacleWe just might be ok after all

Sun gon' shine on these days

We just, just might be ok

We just, just might be ok

We just, just might be ok

We just, just might be okWe just, just might be ok

We just, just might be ok

We just might be ok after all

Sun gon' shine on these days

We just, just might be ok, ok

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