| I’ll be doin' alright. |
| I’ll be doin' ok
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| And as long as I can live to see another day
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| I’ll be doin' alright. |
| I’ll be doin' ok
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| And as long as I can live to see another day
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| Back in the sixteenth century … way way back in the day
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| Nostradamus predicted the end of the world would be on May
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| 5th… 1999 and I don’t know how
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| But as I’m writing this that’s only one day from right now
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| What the fuck
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| I pull up to Shell in my truck
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| Look up, «nah… Earth ain’t about to erupt»
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| Open my door, get up, slam it shut, «Marv, what up
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| Lemme get a bag of ice and a stack of plastic cups»
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| For a minute we chat 'bout life and all o that
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| Then we dap. |
| «Check you out tomorrow night, I’ll be back»
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| Grab a bidi and light it, turn the key and start driving
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| Back off into the night and then I start to get frightened
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| Thinking «Damn! |
| My whole life I was just a dreamer
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| I never got to put on a show in a packed arena
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| I wanted to go on Rap City and act witty
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| But all I ever did was put up with hoes who act shitty
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| What a wack pity
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| Was I choosin a road
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| That didn’t get me there in time and now we’re losing our globe?
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| Hold up, I’m losin control
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| Think realistically on it
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| What could fuck up a planet in one day without warning?
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| And even if the world does end, I can’t be mad at God
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| Cause life coulda been much worse. |
| At least I’m satisfied
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| At least my dad’s alive married to my mother
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| I have a sister and friends that I could call my brothers
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| At least I have life. |
| Some people, their life was stolen
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| Set up for a crime and behind bars is where they hold em
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| We got kids killing kids cause Earth is cold
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| Women using abortions as a form of birth control
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| It hurts the soul and leaves a scar on your conscience
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| But it’s a blessing that I made it through this nonsense
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| So even if this will be my last night
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| At least when it’s over I’ll be doin alright…
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| I’ll be doin' alright. |
| I’ll be doin' ok
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| And as long as I can live to see another day
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| I’ll be doin' alright. |
| I’ll be doin' ok
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| And as long as I can live to see another day
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| Back in the 16th century, way, way back in the day
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| Nostradamous predicted the world would be on may
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| 5th, 99, three years later and change
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| The World Trades frame got struck by planes
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| Looking like God unleashed his fury and rained flames
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| Exchanged pain for how America came to fame
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| Cluthing my brain, my sense of security changed
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| Usually confidence was pure in me, now fear in my veins
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| Said «any of this shit could brang nuclear weapons
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| …any of this shit could end at any second»
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| If the Commander in Chief couldn’t insure our protection
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| That’s no more additions to my memory’s collection
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| Missing me and my girls matrimonial connection
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| No child and videotapin' her first steppings
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| Or growing old and teaching grandchildren lifes lessons
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| But thankfully I got saved during them church sessions
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| So I thank God for earth’s blessings… health
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| Not alot of wealth, but alot of peace within my self
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| Not a whole lot of forgotten pieces upon the shelf
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| Disclipline from loving parents, though they raised me
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| By the belt
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| When I was young, I was wild
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| (life) took it for granted
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| (nights) living outlandish
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| (christ) hope he could stand it
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| Now I do right. |
| wherever I can manage
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| The devil was eating me alive but I climbed out of that sandwich
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| Now possibly on the verge of having everything vanish
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| Feeling as if I didn’t do anything as I planned it
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| Like I was trying to live my life right, but somebody panned it
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| But I still had love, when down helping hands lifted
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| Me up, outta the mud, outta the muck
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| And outta the dark and attitude when I didn’t give a fuck
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| From them days in the park, alone, drinking gin by the cup
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| Through an exitless maze, wandering and constantly stuck
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| The blessings were always there, I just chose to ignore them
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| Shit started getting sweeter when I learned to explore them
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| Wasn’t selfish with them, trying to stretch and contort them
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| And didn’t let the world get to them first and distort them
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| So as I. kick back and ponder on armeggedon
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| And I… spit raps about where my life could’ve been headin'
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| I. admit that. |
| I do have a wonderful life
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| So if this night was my last, i’ll be doin' alright
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| I’ll be doin' alright. |
| I’ll be doin' ok
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| And as long as I can live to see another day
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| I’ll be doin' alright. |
| I’ll be doin' ok
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| And as long as I can live to see another day |