Everything's Gonna Be Alright

Nurse Johnson, is the mother still in the recovery room?
Yes, Dr. Blair
Okay, I'll go to the waitin' room and inform the father it's a boy
I'm afraid there is no father, sir
Another ghetto bastard, huh?
I'm afraid so
Well, put him with the rest of the born losers
All right doctor, a shame isn't it?
Not a shame, a problem
(Dr. Blair, Dr. Blair, Dr. J. Hamilton, Dr. J. Hamilton)

Smooth it out (alright)
This is a story about the drifter
Who waited for the worst, 'cause the best lived 'cross town
Who never planned on having, so didn't
Why me, huh?

Everything's gonna be alright (alright)
Everything's gonna be alright (alright)
Everything's gonna be alright now (alright)
Everything's gonna be alright (alright)

Some get a little and some get none
Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done
I was one who never had and always mad
Never knew my dad, motherfuck the fag

Well, anyway, I did pickups, lift-and-click-ups
Seen many stick-ups, 'cause niggas had the trigger hiccups
I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed
My mother couldn't afford us all, she had to throw me out

I walked the strip with just a clip, who want a hit?
They got 'em quick, I had to eat, this money's good as spent
I threw in braids, I wasn't paid enough
I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a haircut

I got laughed at, I got chumped, I got dissed
I got upset, I got a TEC and a banana clip
Was down to throw the lead to any telling tackhead
I still'd been broke, so a lot of good it woulda did

Or done, if not for bad luck, I would have none
Why did I have to live a life of such a bad one?
Why when I was a kid and played, I was a sad one?
And always wanted to live like this or that one

Everything's gonna be alright (alright)
Everything's gonna be alright (alright)
Everything's gonna be alright now (alright)
Everything's gonna be alright (alright)

A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects
Living in the slums with bums, I said, "Now why, Treach
Do I have to be like this?" Mama said I'm priceless
So why am I worthless? Starving is just what being nice get

Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then, though
To stop the hell, I would've ended things a while ago
I ain't have jack but a black hat and knapsack
War scars, stolen cars, and a blackjack (alright)

Drop that, and now you want me to rap and give?
Say something positive? Well, positive ain't where I live
I live right around the corner from West Hell
Two blocks from South Shit and once in a jail cell

The sun never shone on my side of the street, see
And only once or twice a week, I would speak
I walked alone, my state of mind was home sweet home
I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids with cars of chrome

Some life, if you ain't wear gold, your style was old
And you got more juice than dope for every bottle sold
Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way
But hey, never gamble in a game that you can't play
I'm slowin' and flowin' and goin', knowin' no one and not now
How will I do it? How will I make it? I won't, that's how
Why me, huh?

Everything's gonna be alright (alright)
Everything's gonna be alright (alright)
Everything's gonna be alright now (alright)
Everything's gonna be alright (alright)

My third year into adulthood, and still a knucklehead
I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said
I don't do jack but fightin', lightin' up the streets at night
Playing hide-and-seek with a machete, sexing Freddy's wife (alright)

Some say I'm rolling on, nothing but a dog now
I answer that with a "Fuck you", and a bow-wow
'Cause I done been through more shit within the last week
Than a fly flowin' in doo-doo on the concrete

I been a deadbeat, dead to the world and dead wrong
Since I was born that's my life, oh, you don't know this song?
So don't say jack, and please don't say you understand
All that man-to-man talk can walk, damn

If you ain't live it, you couldn't feel it, so kill it, skillet
And all that talk about it won't help it out, now, will it?
In Illtown, pure luck got stuck-up, props got shot
Don't worry, I hit by a flurry, and his punk-ass dropped

But I'm the one who has been labeled as an outcast
They teach in schools I'm the misfit y'all will outlast
But that's cool with the bull, smack 'em backwards
That's what you get for fuckin' with a ghetto bastard

If you ain't ever been to the ghetto
Don't ever come to the ghetto
'Cause you wouldn't understand the ghetto
And stay the fuck out of the ghetto
(Alright)
Why me? (Alright)
Why me?

(Alright)
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