It's Alright

[Intro: sample of "Superstar" from Luther Vandross] 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 [Saigon - over Intro] Uhh, it's real Dear Lord, yeah This letter is from Saigon, the Yardfather We fucked up Lord Will, talk, to 'em I tell 'em [Saigon] 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 [Hook: Marsha Ambrosius (Saigon) {sample}] {"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 [Saigon] It's alright, it's alright They narcotized our 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 us, society's a lethal 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 [Hook] [Saigon] 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 Type brother think he righteous cause he don't eat no ham But he keep plans of fuckin with some kilograms Girlfriend, you know what you do when the time is right You tell your lil' one that it's alright For real, keep your head up [Hook] [Outro: Saigon] 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 Let's go [Numerous shoutouts to the end]