Just Might Be OK

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco] Food & Liquor, G Bo, we here, man (Haha) Gemini, you know how we do, FNF [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, ha My vida loca was built like Bob Vila via God He architected; I authored what I harbored Jimmy Carter from Chicago's west side Finish my construction Now, we hold 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 looking over the shoulder like chauffeurs—where my angels at? Painful, yet merry—I ain't Jerry Garcia, ma Yeah, but I'm grateful, church! [Chorus: Gemini & Lupe Fiasco] (Uh-huh) We just might be OK After all Sun gon' shine (Uh-huh) On this day (Ugh) [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] It's finna get heavy as heaven I am Atlas at this: manage to balance massive masses (Ugh) Pull my back without tilting my glasses This was not pilfered from passages of OG's, this is so me Ask us—many mention little homie Little bony, but the rhymes is fat, in fact, yeah Just like a Rochester customer God bless the mothers and younger brothers of hustlers 'Cause she don't wanna sob at his wake But he want to follow in his steps Bang 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 her face and promise he's straight [Chorus: Gemini & Lupe Fiasco] We just might be OK (Uh-huh) After all (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Sun gon' shine (Sun gon' shine, uh-huh) On this day (Oh, oh, oh) [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 (Oh) Put his struggles on display for em, 'cause he gotta go and 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 consist 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 Who let the delirium weary him Living in the inner city, out of his mind, leery of reconciling I'm cool, I don't foretell best I ain't nicest MC, I ain't Cornel West I am Cornel Westside, Chi-Town Guevara Malcolm eXorcise the demons, gangsta leaning He traded in his kufi for a New Era Chose a forty-four over a mortarboard I ain't a credited-institute graduate, I ain't from Nazareth My conception wasn't immaculate, I ain't master no calculus A good addition to the rap ambiance I back flipped on the mattress they slept on me on Whaddown Joe, knowing is half the battle Fighting temptation, have an apple Shake the snakes, pimp the system Let's get into it, tabernacle, yeah [Chorus: Gemini] We just might be OK After all Sun gon' shine On this day [Outro: Gemini] (We just) We just, just might be OK (Just might be) We just, just might be OK (OK) We just, just might be OK (OK) We just, just might be OK We just, just might be OK We just, just might be OK We just might be OK (We just, just might be OK) After all (We just, just might be OK) Sun gon' shine (We just, just might be OK) On this day (We just, just might be OK) We just Just might be OK OK