Infinite cover
Features Eye-Kyu
Released November 12, 1996
Recorded 1995−1996
Genre Underground hip hop
Length 3:29
Label Web Entertainment
Producer Mr. Porter
"It's Ok" is a song by American hip hop artist Eminem featuring Eye-Kyu. It is the third track on his debut album Infinite (1996). It was produced by Mr. Potter.


[Intro: Proof]
 Check it out (Hey Kyu!)

[Hook: Eye-Kyu]
It's a broke day but everything is okay
I'm up all night, but everything is alright
It's a rough week, and I don't get enough sleep
It's a long year pretending I belong here

 [Verse 1]
One day I plan to be a family man happily married
 I wanna grow to be so old that I have to be carried
'til I'm glad to be buried and leave this crazy world
And have at least a half a million for my baby girl
It may be early to be planning this stuff
 Cause I'm still struggling hard to be the man, and it's tough
 Cause man it's been rough, but still I manage enough
I've been taken advantage of, damaged and scuffed, my hands have been cuffed
But I don't panic and huff, frantic and puff
Or plan to give up, the minute shit hits the fan it erupts
I'm anteing up double or nothing, I've been trouble enough
And I'm sick of struggling and suffering, see
My destiny's to rest at ease, 'til I'm impressed and pleased
With my progress, I won't settle for less than cheese
I'm on a quest to seize all, my own label to call
Way before my baby is able to crawl
I'm too stable to fall, the pressure motivates
To know I hold the weight of boulders on my shoulder blades
I seen the golden gates to heaven on Earth
 Where they don't pull a weapon on you when you stepping on turf, Kyu


 [Verse 2]
I'm going for broke, gambling and playing for keeps
 Everyday in the streets, scrambling and paying for cheep
 Praying for sleep, dreaming with a watering mouth
Wishing for a better life for my daughter and spouse
In this slaughtering house, caught up in bouts with the root of all evil
I've seen it turn beautiful people crude and deceitful
 And make them do shit illegal for these Grant's and Jackson's
These transactions explain a man's actions
But in the mist of this insanity, I found my Christianity
 Through God and there's a wish he granted me
He showed me how to cope with the stress
And hope for the best, instead of mope and depressed
Always groping a mess, of flying over the nest
To selling dope with the rest, I quit smoking cess to open my chest
Life is stressful inside this cesspool
 Tryna wrestle, I almost bust a blood vessel
My little brother's tryna learn his mathematics
 He's asthmatic, running home from school away from crack addicts
Kids attract static, children with automatics
Taking target practice on teens for Starter Jackets
I'm using smarter tactics to overcome this slum
I won't become as dumb as some and succumb to scum
It's cumbersome, I'm tryna do well on this Earth
 But it's been Hell on this Earth since I fell on this Earth