Artist: Lupe Fiasco f/ Gemini Album: Food & Liquor Song: Just Might Be Okay Typed by: gp_trueg@yahoo.com [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 with 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 HUD renovated, that section 8 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 [Hook: Gemini] We just might be okay, after all Sun gone shine, on these days [Gemini] We just, just might be okay