Frank Niné - Alright (feat. Kev Classik) Lyrics

A young fella, you know that I stay alert
Done wrong too many times
When it happens now it don't hurt (Uhh)
A wild flower, that's what you find on this earth
I'm blessed with so much desire
That explains why i'm so diverse
Don't ever let trust come easy
You'll find out that it's a curse
It's business before pleasure
But family before my work
I'm, overwhelmed, lately I ain't been feeling well
Cause they assume so much from me
I'm lucky I ain't in jail
I'm scarred that I might just fail
Nobody to post the bail
If I was shot 16 times, would somebody tell em' my tale (Uhh)
Would you light a candle for me bruh
Would you write a letter for freedom
Cause honestly I feel we gamble for our lives
If you step out, chances are
You might not make back that same night
Chances are, you might not make it back, to your life
It ain't right (Yo)
It's so ridiculous to see so many die young
All more the reason why I drink and blow up my lungs
Coming home with my pupils dilated, momma hates it
I just pray, one day I can tell her we made it
Having Bengi's in our faces
Planning trips to new places
And Her friends telling her they heard her son on the station (Yeah)
They heard her son on the station (Yeah)
But Ima tell em' like (Tell em' like)

Momma we gon' be alright (alright)
Poppa we gon' be alright (alright)
Brother we gon' be alright (alright)
Sister we gon' be alright (alright)
Alright, yeah yeah

Momma we gon' be alright (alright)
Poppa we gon' be alright (alright)
Brother we gon' be alright (alright)
Sister we gon' be alright (alright)
Alright, yeah yeah

I promise you that we gon' be alright
I get to working, earning my people better lives
Feels like I'm fighting darkness i'm in need of light
Even through the struggles, i still earn my stripes
I go to war with the devil
Ain't nobody that can love you like me
At least not on this level
I go to hell and back, just to see you smile
Just to never have a day where you fed up and go
God please forgive for me, for all that I've done
Mom and Pop stress I'm their only son
I gotta grind until they live it up
Till me and my wife chillin' under the sun
Shit, I gotta hustle that's just in my blood
I've been bleeding, sweating, crying seven years
And it ain't worth it, just to give it up
So i tell em' like

Momma we gon' be alright (alright)
Poppa we gon' be alright (alright)
Brother we gon' be alright (alright)
Sister we gon' be alright (alright)

(Yeah I tell em' like)

Momma we gon' be alright
Poppa we gon' be alright
Brother we gon' be alright
Sister we gon' be alright