Thug holiday, go ahead you can cry, it's alright, baby

Everything gone be gravy later, that's right

This the time when we take time out to

Remember all the loved ones we lost in the struggle, you know

I dedicate this to my brother Hollywood, Toby, Bam

My dog Itchy and Lil Trav, I dedicate this to the struggle

Everybody in the county jail, state penn, the fed, check it out

If it wasn't for bad luck, hell, I guess that a **** wouldn't have none

But when I think about it, what would I be without my gun?

How could I get away from the po-po's if a **** couldn't run

And why was I given a daughter when I always prayed for a son?

Life is crazy, ain't it, sometimes, I even think the same thing

I've been waiting on freedom to ring, hell, but ain't a thang changed

And I lost my brother in the struggle, Tater Head done lost his mother

And I'm thinking if I lose mine's, who's gone raise my brother?

Not to be a thug, stay in school, don't use drugs

Who'll teach him right from wrong and show them boys true love

So I pray for the better days, face the bomb, had a run-a-ways, and

I put my guns away and I pray for peace on Sundays, it's crazy, ain't it?

Just like the soldiers, that ain't coming home this year

Just like the fellas in prison, we miss you so much for real

What about the children who ran away, that ain't coming home today

Well, here's a message from coast to coast

'Cause when them thugs really need it the most, a thug holiday

Just like 'em, just like 'em, just like 'em, a thug holiday

Just like 'em, just like 'em, just like 'em, a thug holiday

Here go one for all these killings and all these conflicts in religion

See the Muslims, Jews and Christians, but knowing that we're all God's children

There's only one him, plus, ain't none of y'all confronting him

So blind in our own minds, we wouldn't even know God if we was in front of him

And, I read your books, know all your remixes to the Bible

What about a verse for the thugs, curled with drugs and survival

Let's add some chapters named Martin, Malcolm and Farrakhan

In all my history books, only one died was the Americans

And, let's point 'em out, who's responsible for Vietnam

And, hold on, there's more, we had two World Wars

And, how come the judges make more than the teachers is making?

When they the ones raising all the taxes and got us fighting for education, life is crazy, ain't it?

So many tears throughout the years

Somebody, tell me what's going on

And so many lives, but only God knows

About the pain deep inside

It gets so hard, you got to keep your head up

I know you're fed up, but stay strong

Here's a message from coast to coast

'Cause when them thugs really need it the most, a thug holiday

Just like 'em, just like 'em, just like 'em, a thug holiday

Just like 'em, just like 'em, just like 'em

This is for my people in the ghetto

I'm calling out (Calling out) Calling out (Calling out)

To all my thugs in the ghetto

Calling out (Calling out)

'Cause it gets hard sometimes

But you got to keep your head up, and be strong

Here's a message from coast to coast

'Cause when them thugs really need it the most, a thug holiday

Thug holiday 'cause we need it, gotta have it

'Cause it gets hard out here in these streets

Know what I mean, in the ghetto

I'm calling out (Calling out)

To all of my thugs in the ghetto

Can you hear what I'm sayin'?

All of 'my thugs in the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

This song is dedicated to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

A message from coast to coast

'Cause when them thugs really need it the most, a thug holiday

I said a thug holiday yeah, yeah

Thug holiday

We really need it