Can't Hold On

(What up?) (Rock, uh-uh) (Yeah, yeah, okay) (We gon' do one like this y'all) (Uh, listen up) We was young niggas off liquor in the street lights Dice games, and street names, everybody tight House parties get the mic and tell the DJ Bullet holes in the high school hall ways And won't fade like niggas blaze, stress all day I'm talking Kane, KRS, Cube Flavor Flave, Slick Rick, gold chains Before escalators were two ways, the time a dollar split two ways We got a little older, search for new things Some turned out athletes some dealers, some joined gangs Friends is enemies, women is two-faced Spilt liquor for all my people who's now graves Homies and cages, traps sent away for ages Rap kept me on this track for fadin' To my niggas on these blocks that's hot or not These memories sometimes is all we got Ain't nothing like memory lane, but in my head I hear my mom that said And how many times will I told you? You can't hang on to the past I remember, days of kool aid stains on the shirt The youngs squirts, run under bleachers looking up skirts When wearing turtlenecks and overalls worked Late for class lying (damn, where's my home work?) For first hustling clocking a small knot Slipping with your whole sack on you, we didn't think cops Talk thru boxes, different color of Reebok stripe socks Mama jokes leading to slap box Everybody and their cousin is hip-hop Rarely did us brothers duck strays or get shot Still niggas on this block still having not Sometimes these memories is all we got Ain't nothing like memory lane, but in my head I hear my mom that said And how many times will I told you? You can't hang on to the past And how many times will I told you? You can't hang on to the past