Lupe Fiasco ☆ Just Might Be OK (Feat. Gemini) – Lupe Fiasco

[Talking: Lupe Fiasco]
Ohhh… woaaahh

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
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 Villa be thy 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
With 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 gone 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 OGs
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 hustlas
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 tha face and promise she straight

[Hook: Gemini]
We just might be okay, after all
Sun gone shine, on these days

[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
Then he leaves the house that love built
That her renovated, that section A paid 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 use to face his mama
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
In Mecca named Miriam, weary in the inner city, out of his mind
Literally recon ciliate
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