Pressure's on and It hot
Tell you the story of have not
Where you don't know what you don't got
Till you need it
Scrambling for that dough boy
Everybody's alright
We're all alright

I need to catch a break now
I gotta make a way somehow
Oh I, I gotta figure It out
Oh help me Lord

I'll take you to a city where the budget is tight
And you can pay your can note or you can keep on your light
She chose the latter
Gotta wake up early at 5
Ride 3 busses for an hour to a job she don't like and she's tired
This shit ain't right
This cant be life, but she's alright
Alright
Walk you through a neighborhood where children survive
Ain't got no daddy at home and mom be working at night
Look up to homie 'round the corner
He's living the life
You can be a baller too if you just slang a few dimes so you try
That gangster life
Too young to die
But he's alright
Alright

We need to catch a break, now
Gotta make a way somehow
Oh I, I gotta make a way somehow
Oh help me Lord

Walk you through a neighborhood where teenagers die
Just walking home from the store
He gotta run for his life
Police department Something like a lynch mob of lies
Where the murderers are freed after the innocent die so we fight
5-0 At night tear gas in flight but we're alright
Alright
Now Im a young sister of color
In the prime of my life
Somehow I found my way home the walls cave in at night
Just wanna be alone so I can exhale and write
Finding solace on the balcony beneath the moonlight as I write
Im free behind the margin line
So Im alright
Alright

I need to catch a break now
I gotta make a way somehow
Oh I, I gotta figure It out
Oh help me Lord