Artist: Big K.R.I.T. Album: K.R.I.T. Wuz Here Song: Good Enough Typed by: newos_crib_is@hotmail.com "Life's funny ain't it Cause I don't think this was my parent's dream for me" [Big K.R.I.T.] Cheah, Lord I ain't your best son I ain't been to church in a while, but on that liquor I confess some I missed a couple blessings, wasn't ready I was counting money, but I swear I'll catch the next one I did some dirt to be the fresh one I lost some friends over ends, but I guess that's what I get huh Chasing dreams that I could barely see Shooting for the stars, when that's something I could never be Maybe all the flash wasn't meant for me Maybe I'm too real for this industry I sit alone in this four-corner room writing about life and how it goes too soon Pimping these broads, fast cars and jewels All in the blink of an eye I could lose It's all good, love and pain Some thangs I just can't change, I just can't change [Chorus] I can't keep worrying bout the things in my life I can't change Dear Lord, give me the strength to fight the evil in this game Oooh, I close my eyes and get down on my knees Pray to the Heavens, protect my family If I leave, that's good enough for me [Big K.R.I.T.] My girl think I'm no good, and she should I ain't done much to make her think different Late night checking chicks really wasn't effortless I'm erasing messages so she ain't caught me slipping I never really knew how much I loved her till she dipped and decided she ain't scared of lions, tigers and bears but she scared to be in love with me How'd I feel that I'll sleep with every broad on the road I see? Probably so 'dough, I ride solo On a mission for some mo' dough, ball hard to ease my mind Tried to call her and she picked up Said she really can't talk, it ain't over, but she need some time Now I'm in limbo, it ain't simple, yeah I feel her Say she got a friend and word is she really dig him I'm dealing with the pain, I lost her and I know it I'm praying for the strength not to show it, seems hopeless [Chorus] [Big K.R.I.T.] I was just waiting on this moment in my grandmama' kitchen An artist from Mississippi, like who would care to listen? I'm southernized, countryfied, no doubt I hustle hard, my slang raw, so what now? Get it in by any means I said Having dreams of the cream, for such things I've bled Sweat and tears, potent 'dro and beers Liquor helps me think, but I'll pay the toll in years Women galore and, some were whores They never fill the void, all I wanted was more The company up under me was shady Childhood friends turned enemies, they hating A lot of folk done made it to hell, I know they waiting for me to fall off and burn if I'm forsaken We workers of inequity, Lord we knew better It's hard to be broke and do better, father forgive me [Chorus] [Big K.R.I.T.] That's good enough for me {*4X*} [Outro: sample from the film "The Kid Stays in the Picture"] "Nothing clicked, it all felt tired There was nothing, nothing fresh about it And we were looking for the unexpected Something that sounded new and what we were gonna be about"