M. R. Thompson - It's OK to be OK Lyrics
Pneumonia week number five.Pneumonia week number six.I don't got time to be sick man!Cold sweats and all recording.Dedication.(Izmael)I got you. I got you.(M. R. Thompson)Get MeI may have sold drugs.Never did drugs.I use to have thug friendsNever was one.I'm not a screw up.I'm the driverHelping others who need to turn around.What's up pliers? (What suppliers?)I don't quit.I do not reset.I leave my high-score upTo be remember by the next.Ohh!In case you don't knowI hang Y.O.L.O. on a stringAnd walk gimmicks likes yo-yo.Cuz all that yo, yo bullshit'sGetting so old.You've been given lifeThere is nothing you are owed.Deal with it!I have Rosacea and TourettesBi-Polar, sleep dep.A little Post Traumatic Stress.I didn't ask for thisBut I took it.30 years old. Back home.I must love my mothers cooking.I'm a pain in the cuntBut I'm thankful that she pushed meOut into this worldAnd back out when it took meFor all I had.And, yes, I'm thankful dad.It's just hard to sayWhen I feel so insignificant.But I'm getting it.And I'm saving rent.And you'll be getting it.Thanks for living with...Me(Izmael)I'll be OKMaybe there's a better wayFor meSome howMaybe I'll be OKMaybe there's a better placeFor meSo close I'm in it right now(M. R. Thompson)I'm not a have notBut I have notHad a penny in my pocketSince Michael last moon-walked.I'm making wishes.I'm shooting stars.Gun control can suck my safetyAnd kiss my Bruno Mars“I know I'm locked out of heaven.”Music is my lockpick.I have the key to make a skeletonBreak out the closet.Logic broke the lawsThat politicians made for profit.They hung us on a double-cross.Enslaved us in an office.So ICut there ties.And un-popped my collar.I'm too awake to live lyingSorry father.I never meant to make the news.I never meant to make you stressed.I never meant to let my nooseTighten around an others neck.No!I know. I know. No excuses.But I know.I KNOW what the truth is!I may have did wrong.But it was right.I know it set me backLike my ex-never-wfe.But people can point their fingersUntil carpel-tunnel swells their knuckles.People are people.Love 'em or ***** 'em.What matters is how you feelNot what others say.Even if you are differentIt's OK to be OK.(Izmael)If I could do it again would I do it again?It's a definite maybe.If I could do it again I would do it again.No if's, but's, or maybes.Maybe I'll be OK.Maybe there's a better way.For me.Some how.Maybe I'll be OKMaybe there's a better place.For me.So close I'm in it right now.(M. R. Thompson)Man you aren't lyrical!Suck my holy, clerical falaceHair and all. Dribble balls.Hump, shot and dunk 'em. Swal-Low. Like no VolumeFall-low like wholes with no bottom.Get it?Got 'em!If I had a shot at making itAlready shot 'em.Bullshit-artist's are dalmatian.Easy to “spot” them.You had a hard life, huh?I'm living ONE.Are you are TWO?That's right. I'm still number one.And so is he.And so is she.I stand for those who roll in wheelchairs.Rap for those who cannot speak.Everybody has it tough.No one lives forever, guy!But you're god damned crazyIf you think I won't try.It's OK to be OK.It's OK when you're knot.I'm here to lend a handAnd untie those hard spots.Cuz Lord knows I need a handLike an amputee.Call me a sucker cuz I give a damWhen water gets deep.Never said I was perfectI rather like it that way.You can take that to the bank.On second thought, better not.I Just filed bankruptcy.(Izmael)Maybe I'll be OKMaybe there's a better wayFor meSome howMaybe I'll be OKMaybe there's a better placeSo close I'm in it right now(Chant)ItIsOKToBeOK(repeat)
