It`s Ok lyrics

Artist  : T-bone 
Song : It`s Ok



 Send "It`s Ok" Ringtone to your Cell 

 Hook

I show ya how to do it now hommie,
'cause its ok, got the spirit all over this
music, put all of the guns away, I keep it gully
for the streets and gangstas, but I’m trying to
make a change, 'cause there’s to many of my dogs
and comrades, hommies done past away. 



Verse 1

Coming up in my early days, I was
raised around blacks and essays, and thugs wit
short tempers that are quick to spray, then throw
up a gang sign reppin they set, I’m from the west
man, this is bout as hard as it gets, tha
projects saturated wit drugs and dealers, and the
streets consist of the guns and cold killas, It’s
bad enough man the odds is against me, and
hommies in the hood just wanna bang and smoke
hemp trees, they say the only way for me to push
Bentley’s is ride and bust bullets till the whole
clip empty, all these demons slowly trying to temp
me, you’ll never make a difference bone, but God
sent me to, revolutionize the style the used to,
and reach all of the gangstas in them kakis and
zoot suits, came to try to make some of you open
your eyes, and realize what really happens hommi
after you die. 



Verse 2

Will
the killing ever cease, It’s like we got a sick
disease, that makes us, pack a piece, in these
cold heart streets, gotta break the generational
curse, hurts to see these young brothers getting
hauled off in a hearse, what’s worse, is we
promote it though songs and movies, banned the
passion of the Christ, but endorse glocks and
Uzis, then we wonder why are kids is dying,
bullets flying, gangsta’s riding and gangs
multiplying, at such fast rapid rate, could it be
all the hero’s man kind create, we teach children
how to murder in these video games, so all they
do is imitate what’s inside of their brain,
'cause to them all of the killing is cool, so
they pack in the backpacks then shoot up the
school, and then leave them other children
wounded and dead, then realize what they did and
turn the gun to they head. 



Verse
3

Raised in a dangerous place where thugs
pack heat, creep, throw up em blue flags, C-walk
to tha beat, blast from tha jeep, then leave you
in tha back of your seat, face down in a pool of
blood, resting in peace, mark of the beast is
plotting trying to leave us deceased, bullets
flying throughout our neighborhoods roaming tha
streets, It’s a war zone where we willing, patnas
dieing and got collect calls from tha prison,
twice a day, inside tha land of tha murderers
crooks and armed burglars, pimps, and curb
servers and golden state warriors, that ya gotta
be ready to die, gotta decide, could be facing 20
to life, in a 6 by 9 cell, in jail wit no bail,
just waiting to get mail, where destiny is hell,
You should a known gangstas never retire, It’s
blood, blood out, hommie, devils a liar.