Songtexte It's OK - T-Bone

I show you how to do it now, homie, 'cause it's okay
Got the spirit all over this music, put all of the guns away
I keep it dirty for the streets and gangsters, but I'm tryin' to make a change
'Cause there's too many of my dogs and comrades, homies done passed away

Comin' up in my early days, I was raised around blacks and eses
And thugs with short tempers that are quick to spray, then
Throw up a gang sign, reppin' they set
I'm from the West, man, it's about as hard as it gets
The projects saturated with drugs and dealers
And the streets consist of the guns and cold killers
It's bad enough, man, the odds are against me
And homies in the hood just wanna bang and smoke hemp trees

They see the only way for me to push Bentleys
Is ridin' bust bullets 'til the whole clip empty
All of these demons slowly tryin' to tempt me
(You'll never make a difference, Bone), yeah, but God sent me to
Revolutionize the style that you're used to
And reach all of them gangsters in them khakis and zoot suits
Came to try to make some of you open your eyes
And realize what really happens, homie, after you die (whoa)

I show you how to do it now, homie, 'cause it's okay
Got the spirit all over this music, put all of the guns away
I keep it dirty for the streets and gangsters, but I'm tryin' to make a change
'Cause there's too many of my dogs and comrades, homies done passed away (yeah)

Will the killin' ever cease? It's like we got a sick disease
That makes us pack a piece in these cold, hard streets
Gotta break the generational curse, hurts to see
These young brothers gettin' hauled off in a hearse
What's worse, we promote it through the songs and movies
We banned The Passion of the Christ but endorse Glocks and Uzis
Then we wonder why our kids is dyin', bullets flyin'
Gangsters ridin' and gangs multiplyin'

At such a fast rapid rate
Could it be all of the heroes mankind create?
We teach our children how to murder in these video games
So all they do is imitate what's inside of they brains, huh
'Cause to them all of the killin' is cool
So they packin' the backpacks then shoot up a school
And leave them other children wounded and dead
Then realize what they did and turn the gun to they head

I show you how to do it now, homie, 'cause it's okay
Got the spirit all over this music, put all of the guns away
I keep it dirty for the streets and gangsters, but I'm tryin' to make a change
'Cause there's too many of my dogs and comrades, homies done passed away

Raised in a dangerous place where thugs pack heat creep
Throw up them blue flags, C-walk to the beat
Blast from the Jeep then leave you in the back of your seat
Face down in a pool of blood, restin' in peace
Mark of the beast is plottin', tryin' to leave us deceased
Bullets flyin' throughout our neighborhoods, roamin' the streets
It's a war zone where we livin'
Partners dyin', they got collect calls from the prison

Twice a day, inside the land of the murderers
Crooks and armed burglars, pimps and curb servers
And Golden State Warriors that say you gotta be ready to die
You gotta decide, could be facin' 20 to life
In a six by nine cell in jail with no bail
Just waitin' to get mail, where destiny is Hell, huh
You shoulda known gangsters never retire
It's blood in, blood out, homie, devil's a liar

I show you how to do it now, homie, 'cause it's okay
Got the spirit all over this music, put all of the guns away
I keep it dirty for the streets and gangsters, but I'm tryin' to make a change
'Cause there's too many of my dogs and comrades, homies done passed away
I show you how to do it now, homie, 'cause it's okay
Got the spirit all over this music, put all of the guns away
I keep it dirty for the streets and gangsters, but I'm tryin' to make a change
'Cause there's too many of my dogs and comrades, homies done passed away