Just Might Be Okay Lyrics

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Cover art for Just Might Be Okay lyrics by Lupe Fiasco

Fix'd lyrics- Affirmative, no further furnishing 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 where the insanity Live My vida loca was built like Bob Vila via God He archected, I authored what I harbored, Jimmy Carter from Chicago's West Side Finished my construction, now behold the coming like contracepts Im conscious 'cept the cons get kept from conversations held with the Satan on my shoulder Which led to steps that kept me looking over the shoulder like shofers where my angels at Painful yet merry, I aint Jerry Garcia ma here but Im gratetful shush

[chorus] We just might be ok After all Sun gon' shine On this day

It's finna get heavy is heaven I am Atlas at this manage the balance, Massive masses pull my back with out tipping my glasses This was not pilfered from passes of O G s This is so me Ask us many mention li'l homie, li'l bony But the rhymes is fat in fact, Keep just like a Rochester customer God bless the mothers, And younger brother of the hustlers 'Cause she don't want sob at his wake But he want to follow in the steps Bang his hat, learn his shake Master his swagger in the bathroom mirror, Cop a Chevy, steady mob in his place Yeah, its just the problems we face, look his mom in the face and promise he's straight

Then he leaves the house that love built, that hug renovated, that section 8 pays for Well lets pray for 'em Let the beat play for' em Put his struggles on display for em 'Cause he gotta go face the drama With a different face from the one that he use 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 beard of his father, Another criterion that's no difference from a young Liberian who let the delirium weary him living in the inner city out of his mind liria reconsilia I'm cool, I don't foretell best I ain't nicest MC I ain't Cornel West I am Cornel Westside, Chi-town Rivera Malcom eXorcize the demons Gangsta leaning, We traded in his cuffy for a new era Chose a .44 over a mother board I ain't accredited institute graduate I ain't from Nazareth My conception wasn't immaculate I aint master no calculus A good addition to the rap audience I back flipped on the mattress they slept on me arm What down Joe, knowing is half the battle And fighting temptation, have a an apple Shakes the snakes, pimp the system Lets get into it, lets have an apple

Or as best I could, anyway.