Hold Ya Head

My homeboys in Clinton And Rikers Island All the penitentiaries Mumia, Mutulu, Geronimo Pratt All the political Prisoners San Quinton All the jailhouses I'm with you Yeah One Thug, One Thug How do we keep the music playing One Thug, One Thug I wake up early in the morning Mind state so military Suckas fantasizing Pictures of a young brother buried Was it me The Weed Or this life I lead If daytime is for suckas then tonight we breathe Out for all that Knowing that this world brings drawbacks Look how they shiver Once I deliver these war raps Meet me at the cemetery dressed in black Tonight we Honor the dead, those who won't be back So if I die do the same for me Shed no tears An Outlaw, thug living in this game for years Why worry? Hope to God Get me high when I'm buried Knowing deep inside only a few love me Don't rush me through the gates of heaven Let me picture for a while How I lived from my days as a child I wonder now How do we outlast, always get cash Stay strong if we all mash Hold Your head How do we keep the music playing (You got to hold your head) How do we get ahead (Hold your head) Too many young black brothers are dying (You got to hold your head) Living fast, too fast (Hahaha) These felonies be like prophecies Begging me to stop Cause these lawyers getting money every time they knock us Snatch they pockets lyrically Suckas flee when they notice Switched my name to Makaveli Had the rap game closed Expose foes, with my hocus pocus flows, they froze Now suckas idolize my chosen blows And more money, mean litigating More playa hating Got a cell at the Penn for me waiting Is this my fate? Miss me with that misdemeanor thinking We fall back Never had too much Tequilla drinking We all that Make them understand me You lie to say my posse Everyone roll with me is family Cause every bodies got me Watch me paint a perfect vision This life we living Got us all meeting up in prison Last week I got a letter from my road dog Written in blood Saying Please show a young playa love Hold your head Hold it How do we keep the music playing (You got to hold your head) How do we get ahead (C'Mon, Hold your head) Too many young black brothers are dying (Yes, hold hold your head) Living fast, too fast (Weed got me thinking in my mind) God bless the child that can hold is own Indeed Enemies bleed when I hold my chrome Let these words be the last To my unborn seeds Hope to raise my young nation in this world of greed Currency means nothing if you still ain't free Money breeds jealousy, take the game from me I hope for better days Trouble comes naturally Running from authorities Till they capture me And my aim, is to spread more smiles than tears Utilize lessons learned from my childhood years Maybe mama had it all right Rest your head Straight conversation all night Bless the dead To the homies that I used to have That no longer roll Catch a brother at the crossroads Plus, nobody knows my soul Watching time pass Through the glass of my drop top Rolls Hold your head How do we keep the music playing (You got to hold your head) How do we get ahead (No matter how hard it gets, feel me, c'mon) (Hold your head) Too many young black brothers are dying (Smoke some weed, drink a drink, read a book Watch the stars, get some pussy, whatever) Living fast, too fast How do we keep the music playing (Yes, you got to hold your head) How do we get ahead