Lupe Fiasco "Just Might Be OK (feat. Gemini)" |
Ohhh...woaaahh... [Talking: Lupe Fiasco] Food and Liquor...G Bo we here man Gemini... you know how we do [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] 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 of where the insanity...live Uh, my vida loca was built like Bob Vila via God He architected, I authored what I harbored Jimmy Carter from Chicago's west side, finished my construction Now behold the coming like contracepts... I'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 sat Painful, yet merry, I ain't Jerry Garcia mort here But I'm grateful, church [Hook: Gemini] We just might be okay, after all Sun gon' shine, on these days [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] It's fixin' to get heavy as heaven I am Atlas at this, manage to balance massive masses Upon my back, without tilting my glasses This was not pilfer from passes of OG's This is so me, ask us Mini-mansion, little homie, little Boney, but the rhymes is fat In fact, yeah, just like a Rochester customer God blessed the mothers and younger brothers of hustlers 'Cause she don't wanna sob at his wake But he wanna follow in his steps, bend his hat, learn his shakes Master 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 the face and promise she straight [Hook: Gemini] We just might be okay, after all Sun gon' shine, on these days [Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco] Then he leaves the house that love built That HUD renovated, that Section 8 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 finish the drama With a different face from the one that he used to face his mama If you look close You'll see it consists of a smile that hurts, an ice grill, and a trace of trauma Little bit of his father, another criterion That's no different from a young Liberian In Mecca named Miriam, weary in the inner city, out of his mind Literally reconciliate I'm cool, I don't foretell best I ain't nicest emcee, I ain't Cornel West I 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 board I 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 on Without Joe - knowing is half the battle Fighting temptation, have a apple Shake the snakes, pimp the system Let's get into it, tabernacle [Hook: Gemini] We just might be okay, after all Sun gone shine, on these days [Gemini] We just, just might be okay Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |