It's Alright Lyrics - Greatest Story Never Told - Saigon

Don't you remember you told me you loved me baby? 

You said you'd be coming back this way again 

Baby baby baby baby ohhh baby 

I love you, yeah, I really do 

This letter is from Saigon, the Yardfather 

It's alright, it's alright 

I know my rent is overdue, they 'bout to shut off my light 

And even if I get a job, too late, you're too right 

Gotta do what I gotta do to get this loot up tonight 

It's alright, I write a letter dedicated to God 

First I'll thank him, without him I'da never made it this far 

But it's hard tryin to think of why he not gettin involved 

It's a lady with a newborn baby livin in the car 

The police is beatin us up, the hurricane is eatin us up 

Katrina flood water was deep as a fuck 

Dear Lord, are we ever gon' receive a reward 

For all the sufferin and pain and misery we endure? 

Just like Trans-Atlantic slave trade, the AIDS, the crack 

When are we ever gon' get paid back? 

PS: write your boy S to the A back 

And tell Luther we got a joint we gave that stays on playback 

{"Don't you remember you told me you loved me baby?"} 

When you told me you loved me (that's what you told me, ain't it?) 

{"You said you'd be coming back this way again"} 

(You said you, you, you said you, you said that you was comin back) I'm back 

{"Baby baby baby baby ohhh baby"} 

You told me you was comin back, that I would see you but you never told me when 

{"I love you, yeah, I really do"} 

I want you here to guide me by my side so it doesn't have to be in vain 

So never leavin you again 

It's alright, it's alright 

They lockin ties, the neighborhood flood the ghetto with white 

My nigga only 21, he too young for two strikes 

But if he catch another felony he gonna do life, that ain't right 

I write a letter dedicated to our 

Father who art in Heaven, Muslim brothers call him Allah 

And they all tryin to think of why he not gettin involved 

America is bombin them for no reason at all 

Gas prices eatin us up, parole officers cheatin us yup 

They lock us in for dirty pee in a cup 

Ayo I know you love us Lord, but please show black people a sign 

To a society to lead through design 

Them A-T-Liens adapt to the track 

Up top, we call it the block, when not most of the crackers live that 

C'mon Lord, you don't see nothin the matter with that? 

Hit me back, I think me and you need to chat 

To all the ladies havin babies on they own 

These niggas ain't shit ma, for real yo? You better off alone 

If he ain't smart enough to know why he should stay 

Then what could he possibly teach his seed anyway? 

You gotta grind like you never grind 

Even if it mean you gotta shake your never mind, I know I read your mind 

You gotta do what you gotta, get it together ma 

A baby ain't temporary, that shit's forever ma 

A mother's love is the freshest kind 

That'll get y'all through the hard times, the pain and the stress combined 

Raise your seed, you don't need no man 

Especially one that need to be de-programmed 

That brother think he righteous cause don't eat no hand 

But he keep plans of fuckin with some kilograms 

Girlfriend, you know what you're doin, the time is right 

You tell your lil' one that it's alright 

For real, keep your head up 

I dedicate this song, to the whole Abandoned Nation 

If you've been abandoned in any sense of the word 

Then you part of this Abandoned Nation 

Gotta take it for what it's worth, right 

God love us young brothers, that's right 

To all my brothers on lockdown, the whole Abandoned Nation