Texty: Lupe Fiasco. Just Might Be OK.

Affirmative no further furnishing is needed
I believe we are completed, dig
We all in grrement 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 like bob vila villa gone
The architect that I arted wat I hearted jimmy carter from Chicago west?? side
Finish my construction now we hope we coming like contracepts
I'm conciespet that kunta get from conversation held with the Satan on my shoulder
Which lead the steps that kept me looking over the shoulder like shofers were my angels at
Painful yet Mary I ain't Jerry Garcia ma here but I'm grateful shush

[Chorus:]
Maybe just might be OK
After all
Sun don't shine
On these days

This feeling getting heavy is heaven
I am atmis at this manage the balance
Massive mass pull my back with out tipping my glasses
This was not pitiful 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 waist
But he want to follow in the step
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 n promises his strait

Then he leaves the house that love built that
Hug renovate that section 8 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 moma
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 deliberian wiriben living in it the city
out of his mind
liria reconsilia
I'm cool I don't for tell best
I ain't nice as MC, I'm cornel west
I am cornel west side chi town Rivera
Malcom x assise the demons
Gangsta leaning
We traded in his cuffy for a new era
chose a 44 over a mother board
I ain't a credited institute graduate
Ia ain't for masorith
My conception won immaculate
I ain't mastering no calculus
Doing addition to the rap my audience
I back flipped on the mattress the slept on me on
What down yo, knowing is half the battle
And fighting temptation, have an apple
Shakes the snakes, pimp the system
Let's get into it, tabernacle