Everything's Gonna Be Alright
Naughty By Nature Lyrics

Smooth it out
Let's calm down and tell a story.

This is a story about the drifter
I'm going to talk about my life.

Who waited through the worst for the best in crosstown
I dealt with a lot of challenges in my neighborhood.

Who never planned on havin' so dick
I never asked for this difficult life.

Why me, huh?
Why did fate deal me this hand?

Everything's gonna be alright (alright)
I hope things will improve.

Everything's gonna be alright now (alright)
I'm starting to feel more optimistic about my future.

Some get a little and some get none
Some people have it easier than others.

Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done
Some people have bad luck, while others give up too easily.

I was one who never had and always mad
I grew up poor and angry.

Never knew my dad, mother fuck the fag
I didn't have a father and resented him for it.

Where anyway I didn't pick up, flipped the clip up
I turned to violence to cope with my anger.

Too many stick-ups, 'cause niggas had the trigger hic-ups
I committed robberies because others encouraged me to.

I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed
I faced discrimination because of my appearance.

My mother couldn't afford us, she had to throw me out
My mother was unable to take care of me, so I had to leave home.

I walked the strip, with this here clip, who wanna hit?
I resorted to prostitution to make money and carried a weapon for protection.

I had to eat, this money's good as spent
I had to use the money I made to survive.

I'm doin' braids, I wasn't paid enough
I did hair for people, but I didn't make enough money.

I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a haircut
I couldn't afford to get my own hair cut.

I got laughed at, I got chumped, I got dissed
People made fun of me, cheated me, and insulted me.

I got upset, I got a tec and a banana clip
I got mad and carried a gun for protection.

Was down to throw the led to any tellin' crackhead
I was so desperate that I considered killing someone who ratted me out.

I'm still livin' broke, so a lot of good it would've did
Even if I had used violence, it wouldn't have solved my problems.

Or done, if not for bad luck, I would have none
If I didn't have bad luck, I would have no luck at all.

Why did I have to live a life of such a bad one
I wondered why my life was so difficult.

Why when I was a kid and played I was a sad one
Even as a child, I was unhappy.

And always wanted to live like this or that one
I envied others who had nicer lives than me.

A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects
I was born in a poor neighborhood.

Livin' in the slums with bums, I said now why treach
I lived among homeless people and wondered why life was so hard.

Why do I have to be like this? momma said I'm priceless
I questioned why I had to live in poverty, but my mother tried to reassure me.

So I am all worthless, starved, that's just what being nice gets
I felt like I was worthless despite trying to be a good person.

Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then, though
I sometimes wished I had a gun to solve my problems.

To stop the hell, I would've ended things a while ago
I considered suicide as an escape from my problems.

I ain't have jack but a black hat and knapsack
I had nothing but a hat and backpack.

Four squad stolen in cars in a blackjack
I stole cars in groups of four.

Drop that, and now you want me to rap and give?
After all that, you want me to perform for you?

Say somethin' positive? well positive ain't where I lived
I couldn't think of anything positive to say, given all the negativity in my life.

I lived right around a corner from west hell
I lived near a really terrible place.

Two blocks from south shit, it was in a jail cell
The area near my home was a metaphorical prison.

The sun never shone on my side of the street, see
I felt like I never had any good fortune in my life.

And only once or twice a week I would speak
I felt isolated and alone.

I walked alone, my state of mind was usually home
I preferred to be alone with my thoughts.

I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids for cause of chrome
I struggled to find love or romance because of my poverty.

Some life, if you ain't wear gold your style was old
People judged you based on how much wealth you displayed.

And you got more juice than dope for every bottle sold
Drug dealers made more money than I ever could.

Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way
I refused to accept that this was as good as my life could get.

But hey, never gamble in that game that you can't play
I learned that it's best to avoid situations where you are at a disadvantage.

I'm slowin' and flowin' and goin' in on and knowin' not now
I'm trying to figure out what to do next.

How will I do it, how will I make it? I won't, that's how
I'm wondering if I'll ever be able to escape poverty, but I'm not sure if I will.

My third year into adulthood, and still a knucklehead
Even as an adult, I still made mistakes.

I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said
My neighbor thought I'd be better off dead than living the way I did.

I don't do jack but fightin', lightin' up the streets at night
Violence was the only thing I was good at.

Playin' hide and seek with a machete seeking freddy's wife
I threatened people with violence as a way to intimidate them.

Some say I'm rollin' on, nothin' but a dog now
Some people think that despite my problems, I'm persevering.

I answer that with a tech, who wanna bow-wow?
But I still carry a gun and am willing to fight.

'cause I done been through more shit within the last week
I've faced a lot of challenges recently.

Than a fly flowin' in doo-doo on the concrete
I've endured more hardships in a week than most people do in a lifetime.

I been a deadbeat, dead to the world and dead wrong
I've been a failure in every sense of the word.

Since I was born that's my life, oh you don't know this song?
This has been my life for as long as I can remember, and you can't possibly understand.

So don't say jack, and please don't say you understand
Don't pretend to empathize with my problems.

All that man to man talk can just walk down
Talking to me like a man isn't going to solve anything.

If you ain't live you couldn't feel it, so kill it, skillet
You can't understand my problems if you haven't lived them, so stop trying to relate.

And all that talk about it won't help it out, now will it?
Telling me that it will get better doesn't make it any less difficult.

And ill town fell like I stuck-up props, got shot
My hometown feels like it's been torn apart by violence.

Don't worry, I hit by a, flurry, and his punk-ass dropped
But I'm not afraid to fight back.

But I'm the one who has been labeled as an outcast
Despite my problems, I'm still seen as different and isolated from others.

In teacher's schools, I'm the misfit child and outlast
Teachers didn't know how to deal with me, so I was ignored or punished.

But that's cool with the bull, smack 'em backwards
People who don't understand me are free to leave me alone.

That's what you get for fuckin' with a ghetto bastard
But if you mess with me, you'll regret it.

If you ain't ever been to the ghetto
If you've never lived in poverty...

Don't ever come to the ghetto
...then don't try to understand my struggles.

'cause you ain't understand the ghetto
You couldn't possibly comprehend how hard it is.

And stay the fuck out of the ghetto
So just stay away.