A Poet Nomad Ali - Baby It'll Be... lyrics

There was a brother and sister, the sister was older Lived in an orphan home with nobody to hold 'em Dropped off on the side of the road with both 'em Standing in the cold, holdin him, she had pnuemonia Hardly old ‘nough he would cry into the night She hold his heavy head and sing a little something like Baby, It'll be... Maybe, It'll be... Baby, It'll be...alright... She would sing to him... Baby, It'll be... Maybe, It'll be... Baby, It'll be... And on the other side Don't you worry, well that's what Papa always said One way or another Pops, he come home with bread There was 10 of us…. But it was never that bad If we were together, plus we always had Dad When the winter was cold, with hard times He'd smile and say, “Baby, It'll be alright” He would sing to us And on the other side She was up all night cause her grandma couldn't sleep It had been days since she had a decent meal to eat And grandma couldn't breathe deep her chest was tight Deep into the night you could see the light in that room And only one lullaby would put her to bed right like She would sing to her And on the other side On the gutter side, where drivebye's and lights hover side Sirens get brushed aside, cause Sargents don't come inside And citizens don't abide, and cars stay lowridin' Two young men who grew up inside it, that was their only crime Stop listening to girlfriends, mothers, and churches Their was this tiny voice inside them urging It would sing to them And on the other side No one can say different cause they just don't know In the summertime when the convertibles got that glow You just finished school and the systems up Gla**es on, windows down, like you just don't give a f** And you headed to the beach and you out of the rut You forget all your troubles, even if your life s**s like Sing it louder And on the other side On a lighter note, you spot her there at the bar But something not looking right with this pretty young star Yeah, she's blaze, and she fine as hell But there's a certain gaze on in her stare, she don't feel well Don't feel swell, you wanna buy her a drink and say “Baby, It's gonna be alright” And on the other side How did they survive that holocaust, a million bodies tossed On top of each other, With the courage to run across How they survive that slavery, humiliation, thhat bravery No one can tell you 'bout true freedom and how great it'll be How did we survive that persecution, treacherous revolution Separation from our homes, genocide and ma** confusion How did they climb those mountains, and overcome that doubt and Get outta that poverty, and make something happen, like That's what they kept singing That's what we keep singing And it will be alright, cause we'll make it through The human will always finds a way to make it through But then she says, No you don't understand I was 5, and I had my little brother in my hands And our parents left us, and I used to sing to him “Baby, It's gonna be alright” And it was alright, he told her, "it's that funny you mention That song cause that when my dad used to creep in Late at night, with his dirty clothes and tuck us in, and say" "Baby, It'll be alright" They had each other just like Luke and Ann Except neither one of em believed the other had it that bad Like the notebook, it would bring them tears every time They would exchange stories trying to revive Their memories, to get back that look in their eyes, like Baby It'll Be...