Everybody's Fine

It's a celebration of us, to celebrate is a must

How they break it down to us like

It's the celebratory moments of a glass or a bottle in the air

Or a flask and a shotty 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 they know shit is 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 twelve acquitting the screams

Or twelve acquitting what they believe

Until they in the crowd banking on what another twelve 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

Till you 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 you name is

Or you by the door, cap and gown to the floor

Eight 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 trey, and they trey 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 ****

So he give 'em everything that he thinks a **** should take

And you ask him how he spell it and he responds

Please make up your mind, you **** is either **** or you ain't

All black everything

Bobby Seale fit with a trey 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 till the morn' while you borrowing a square

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