Everybody's Fine

Celebratory moments of a glass or a bottle in the air

Or a flask and a shotti with a flare

And the bag coming out when one appears

Or the flash of a body in the stairs

And the crash of a lobby in despair

Or. Moments where you getting patted on the ground

That then turn into badges on the ground

And the irony of reversing a role where whenever they roll

Bet that they know that's whatever for them now

'Cause now is a scene where a stream is interrupted

By conclusion jumping and dumping into a seat

Where a dream is sitting in overdrive so taking over the drive

Turns into 12 acquitting the screams or 12 acquitting what they believe

Until they're in the crowd banking on what another 12 perceives

Or celebratory moments of a scale being off to the left

So you cop and get more than you expect

And the rest goes off to the cost of looking like you're involved

So you back to spending more with your connect

Connecting like interlocking the latch

When a latch key is cocking it back

Knowing a latch leads to how to react

And the reaction is counter react

It gets complicated like confiscating the lottery back

It comps a way in like finding a pack

Or it comps a weigh in like you was conned into buying it back

Back tracking to the moments that inspired the toast

To the half gallon of Henny for supplying you hope

Til you're back to backing the semi from inside of your coat

Either that or standing on the other side of the scope

Or it's a celebration of being nowhere near where that aim is

Trigger fingers turn to quotations

Same fingers boxing you in will leave you vacant

Round of applause down the hall for all your patience

Or you in a hall up on the wall

With department of corrections letters hovered up over where your name is

Or you by the door cap and gown to the floor

8 years of proof hovered up over where your name sits

Draw you to the crown they sell it to you as weightless

And charge you to sit on their wait list

Then you fast forward private parking the Porsche open the doors

To a round of applause down the hall from all your patients

Fists in the air over mistakes or fists in the air over the jakes

Being vision impaired holding a tre

And that tre pound lift up the fear from out his face

And you vision impaired over a wake

For the face that the jakes pinned as being a nigga

So he gives him everything that he thinks a nigga should take

And you ask him how he spell it and he responds

"Please make up your mind you niggers is either niggers or you ain't”

All black everything Bobby Seale fit with a tre

While I'm untwisting my chains

Celebratory moments of a glass or a bottle in the air

Or a flask and a shotti with a flare

And the bag coming out when one appears

Or the flash of a body in the stairs

And the crash of a lobby in despair

Recalled by the store til the morn' while you borrowing a square

And they're watching what you hear but everybody's fine