Just Might Be OK

Lupe Fiasco

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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 with in the insanity

Live my vida loca was built by bob vila via god

The architect that I arted wat I hearted jimmy carter from Chicago's west side

Finish my construction now we hold the comin' like contracepts

A concept that was hard to get from conversation held with the satan on my shoulder

Which lead the steps that kept me looking over the shoulder like chauffeur were my angels at

Painful yet mary I aint jerry Garcia ma here but Im greatful, church

(chorus)

Maybe just might be ok

After all

Sun don't shine

On these days

This feeling getting heavy is heaven

I am atlas at this manage the balance

Massive masses apon my back without tipping my glasses

This was not pilful from passes of O G s

This is so me

Ask us many mention lil homie lil bony

But the rhymes is fat

in fact

Keep 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 shake

master his swagger in the bathroom

Mirror cop a Chevy steady mob in his place

Chea its just the problem we face look his mom is in the face and promise he straight.

(chorus)

Then he leaves the house that love built that

heart renovated that section eight pays for

Well lets pray for em

Let the beat play for em

Put the trouble on display for em

Cuz he gotta go face the drama

With a difference face from the one that he use to face his momma

If you look close

you'll see a consist of a smile that hurts a ice grill

in a trace of trauma

little bit of his father

another criterion that's no difference from a young Liberian

who let the delirium wary him livin' in the inner city

out of his mind

liria reconsilia

im cool I don't for tell best

I aint the nicest mc I ain't cornel west

I am cornel west side chi-town rivera

Malcom x-ersise the demons

Gangsta leaning

We traded in his cuffy for a new era

chose a 44 over a mortaboard

I aint a credited institute graduate

I aint from nazareth

My conception wasn't immaculate

I aint master no calculus

Doing addition to the rap audience

I back flipped on the mattress the slept on me on

What up yo knowing this half the battle

fighting temptation have a an apple

Shakes the snakes pimp the system

Lets get into it, tabernacle