*ATTENTION* This song is NOT gang related *ATTENTION*
Well first of all this joint is NOT gang related... it's a long-story actually, one of my guy's since the 3rd grade was staying at my crib and we almost got caught up for this murder case... after they found this pistol wasn't involved in the murder then he got locked up and I was listening to that Nas song "One Love"... well I was feeling everything that he was doing by telling his boy what was happening in QB while is guy was on lockdown... so I decided to do what he did and put a creative twist on it...this song is 110% true... all's well...
6... “All Well”
Instrumental: Nas “One Love” - Illmatic [Columbia]
Cruci-Fix:
What up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid/ when the cops came I shouldn’t of even let them in/ fuck it John it’s time to look beyond/ it’s done, by the way whatever happened to that fucking gun?/ I heard shit is so hard/ your mind’s stressed and bone’s jarred/ Allison told me she’s gonna mail you a phone card/ she still didn’t what a lazy-ass bitch/ saying “he didn’t listen when he was out gangbanging and shit“/ I was like yeah, shorty don’t care, fuck that nympho/ on New Year’s Mike and Nick got a hotel and dicked hoe/ but yo, you hear who it was that got killed though?/ white boy Kenny by some Kings at the Citgo/ stabbed twice, and licked six time with a pistol/ Rio’s crib got burnt up by K-Kill/ so weed’s scarce, so I get high on Dayquil/ I know you’re hurting too, just get strong and stay real/ believe me, I have an idea of how you may feel/ just keep your mind on lyrics in the cell/ cuz you’d always try to lift my spirits when they fell/ and the only thing to fear, is fear within itself/ (all what?) All Well…
HOOK - Chache:
All Well, All Well, All Well, All Well/ All Well, All Well, All Well, All Well…
Cruci-Fix:
Dear John/ you’ll be out soon, stay strong/ out in the Woods the same shit is going on/ gun shots is blasting, cops still harassing/ me and Uncle Dave went to the Chi here’s what happened/ I sat back relaxed just observing the scene/ Lil’ Dave let us in as he was serving the fiends/ then he was telling me how they just murdered Kareem/ shit is berserk and he wishes he could interpret his dreams/ to satisfy your wants you must first determine your need/ and it seems my only concern is burning the weed/ and if I’m not high, I’m just stressed and depressed/ plus the cess in my chest makes me feel like the best of the best/ hence, there’s no one left to impress/ so now I’m left neglected and I constantly question my steps/ on the real, I know that’s exactly how you feel/ we can build an Empire all we really need’s a deal/ but chill, see you till the next July/ gave your grandmoms you’re your shit/ plus sent the pics/ I know all the moes are awaiting your dismissal/ went to Bolingbrook, no word from Phlip or Official/ so stay civilized, time flies/ though incarcerated your mind dies/ I hate it when my mom cries/ it really makes me wanna smoke up, fo reala/ I even use the weed I should sell to puff L’s/ but All Well…
HOOK - Chache
Cruci-Fix:
Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha sack/ kind “Of Another Species” spitting bars ruthlessly when spewing facts/ written in my notebooks, pads, etc./ fuck a school lecture, I’ll repeat the semester/ Percy’s gonna hook my up with time in the lab/ I’m trying to unwind cuz the weed has my mind asylumly mad/ a two day retirement, you may say I needed time alone/ sell Mimi some sacks, oh snaps, I left the dimes at home/ see, life has got me stressed to the max/ so forgetting shit is the only way I get a sec to relax/ and everyone’s deaf to the facts, I get deeply depressed every time I reflect on the past/ the only respect I get, is the respect of my raps/ anywhere else I’m always somewhere between second and last/ which is bullshit, my intelligence speaks for itself/ I can’t remember asking any of my teacher’s for help/ never turned in homework but always got an A on the test/ no one would say I’m the best/ I was just lazy, “bitch, have you ever seen where I stay and I rest?”/ I bet you DCFS would say “Oh my god, this place is a mess!”/ boxes, trash piles, mice, and roaches/ 18 years and no one took the slightest notice/ but I’m a man now, trying to get my life in focus/ I know you feel the same way, that’s why I wrote this/ tough luck, financially struck, family’s fucked up/ cashed a phony check just to get a few bucks up/ shit happens, like catching a case with that pistol/ just heard my cousin was mauled to death by some pit bulls/ I remember when people use to down me f