We Gonna Be Alright

Don't cry mama, he'll be back, we're gon' be alright...

Man, I miss my brother, I swear to god

I'm still mad at myself that I couldn't take the charge

I remember like yesterday, phone ringing up off the hook

pandemonium in the north, what happened to juk? shhhhhit

I don't know, guess the same old bullshit

Fed's said DP got caught with half a brick

that damn near stopped my heart

cause me and knowing my brother I'm thinking this shit hard

but luckilly it was soft and fortunately he was straight

we're findin' to take it to trial, but went on sign for eight

mama we're gon' be straight

li'l sister we're gon' be cool

I know that my brother strong, so I did what I had to do

Mama we're gon' be aiiiiight,

he gon' be okay,

shit, I didn't know but I was walkin' on faith,

li'l sister we're gon' be aiiight, he gon' be okay,

got me a brick and started moving that weight

His sister taking it bad

mama trying to be strong, couple calendar years

I never shedded a tear, wrote him a couple letters to tell him I'm doin' better

told him I took his Chevy and put the shit back together

told him I'm gettin' money, I counted a hundred g's

told me to slow it down, play the shit low-key

told me to make it happen, focus more on rappin'

cause fuckin' round in these streets that anything can happen

told me I had heart, plus he knew I was smart

the only thing that'd break his heart is if I fuck around and catch a charge

told me to watch my sister and never let mama suffer, and do what I had to do to overcome the struggles

Mama we're gon' be aiiiiight,

he gon' be okay,

shit, I didn't know but I was walkin' on faith,

li'l sister we're gon' be aiiight, he gon' be okay,

got me a brick and started moving that weight

Finally made parol, they think he gon' change his life

I axed him what he gon' do, he said he's gon' walk light

it wasn't a year later, he smokin' behind tint

half an ounce of the reddy rock, mane they got his ass again

judge gave him a bond, now he out on the run with that fuck the world attitude

still totin' a gun, still havin' his fun, we clubbin' it on the weekend

had conversations bout going to turn himself in

wanted to raise his son, gon' get the shit behind him

plus he knew it's only so long before they find him

lawyer was talking good, say he gon' get three

when the prosecuter quit yellin' they gave my brother eleven

my mama damn near fainter, my brother didn't want to accept it

the hardest part for me, I couldn't do nothing to help it

rap shit paid off, now we all on tv, my brother say he good, he finally feel free