Hold On

Look out, the sun is out while it's raining

The devil's wife must be complaining

Remember that? It's brother's work

Elbows in and up and down the court

'Cause they play ball long after dark at Sykes park

Smelled the rain before it came

But that don't stop the game

Intense inside the twelve feet fence

Flip the mode back on the road set in and watch my woodgrain spin

I let my window down and let the world in

Since I was knee high the only thing we had was

The peach tree plaza in the sky

Things ain't the same no more

Everyday my city seems to grow and grow

Gotta blow a bed for my back 'cause I can't take the hardwood floors

Crooked system had me working in the warehouse from 8 to 4 so

Gipp know what it is to work for them foes

For a check that don't mean shit, more bills keep coming in

But ain't no saving used to scrape up a buck for a box of Newports

But after I found out that they was fucking with the tobac I stopped

Its like killing myself with a glock

(Pow)

Its rough, prices going up, people giving in

To the rockets and hernon homes is known

By the city to be toxic but ain't nothin' said

Always on the down low never in the mainstream, it ain't king

To be the full time, blow a man these days you get years

And even though my cousin writes me from the pen

I always think about how we kicked it at the Dungeon fo' he went in

What's next?

My slick partner Toby is gone

Went to handle a little business never made it back home

I wonder what his girl told his son

Hold on

I can't escape the bullshit where ever I go, shit

Always into something, 'cause I wanna be rich

Pulling cards in my blood, it seems I'm mean, 'cause of my look

I might blast off on ya ass and write another book

It took too many times in the cage

Now I'm on the front page looking at myself

I'm on the run, never to be seen by the eyes

A fugitive, plus I got a life to live

State by state, is this just a dream?

Sometimes it seems like it just a figure

Standing in the mirror from the back

That's why I'm swinging my axe

Every time, so I won't miss, I can be hit

'Cause I'm touchable

That's my state of mind

'Cause I know one day you gotta go in a life of crime

Either the pen or a one way ticket

So I'm asking, "What will it be?

Where do I solve??

Nobody knows but me, see?

When I was a youth used to think I was bulletproof

Never thought I could be hit, ready to stand my turf

Niggaz can't understand how it work, what's the plan?

We killing our own people for this bullshit

Scared straight, wanna escape

There's one way outta this crooked county with a bounty

Coming to get me then I'd be on the run

Hoping to find a better day without loaded guns in my face

I'm not the criminal, fuck your probation

What's my occupation?

Selling my dubbs on the street

'Cause I gotta eat, hold on

Am I awake or is this just another dream?

I pinch myself invisible bars cover my cage

Done lost all conception of time

Trapped in my own mind

Unaware of the world in front or behind

Be trying

To catch up with myself

Evil doers steady working

Guest be leaching off of my wealth

Can't wait for my death

But got me fucked up

Ain't man enough

Nigga you got false nuts

Bouncing like rubber balls off the walls

The life we supposed to be living y'all

Them crackers got boxed up

We ain't even the middle men

But yet free my mind of confusion

Jehovah witnesses waking me up out my slumber

Using white rice and [unverified]

Stomach aching, be still hunger

For the taking at the bottom of my barrel

Fuck ass and being nice ain't got me nathan

But a frown too high to get down, hold on nigga

You don't know me and I ain't tryna claim I be knowing you

But I do understand what you going through

Seems like you running outta time

In and out of crime

And everybody ain't gon' be able to rhyme damn

It must be hard to hold on when your faith is gone

Mmmm, tryna make it all alone

Sometimes you gotta swallow your pride and let the Lord decide

You can't hide from the truth, I know we've all tried

And I agree it's hard to believe in what you can't see

"Well, shit nigga what you keep telling me to hold on for?

I'm stuck in the ghetto with no where to go, I gotta slang that blow"

"You call yourself tryna teach, seems like I'm outta reach

'Cause I don't wanna hear another speech

This is all I know how to get up, get out and get so fuck that shit"

Hold on, be strong, it ain't gon' be that long

Them folks won't do you wrong

The name of the song is hold on, be strong

It ain't gon' be that long, them folks won't do you wrong

The name of the song is hold on, is hold on

Ey, now I'm chillin' in the lounge and dis girl gon' walk in the bathroom

She said, "Damn you look cute but why you ain't got no tattoos?"

I said, "I ain't come to look cute, cool came to cut!"

"And damn you look cute, why you ain't got no butt?"