Hold On

I'll keep holding on

I'll keep holding on

Young black male

Twenty-five years of age

Many-a-lives didn't survive to the stage

The rage of another brother got him popped

Shot him and he dropped like a beanbag

Mean motherfucker with a rag and some jeans that sag

They signify your death by crossin' out your tag

Then they go and brag that they took another life

Never to think

Do a brother got a mother and a wife?

Shit is trife when a **** do the work of the Klan

That's what you're doin' when you ruin the life of a black man

Attack plan on self

The man's got the family jewels

So I guess we're buryin' wealth

All because we've been taught to despise what's black

Open your eyes you oughta realize the fact

That you've been gettin' used like a trick

You think you're mighty

But yo, whitey got your head sick

See you were fed thick pieces of swine as a baby

It only helped to drive your mind crazy

Now your blind days be over

No more standin' on line

Tryna find Jehovah

Let us rewind to a time we was right and just

Nowadays we just fight and bust

One another in the back over crack

A carjack, 'ill get you killed

Watch the blood get spilled

To the scale, then watch how fast they build the jail

Now they got ya holdin' on to a cell

Well

I'll keep holding on

I'll keep holding on

I'll keep holding on

I'll keep holding on

Why it gotta be me, B?

I just came to chill

Came to see the flicks, nothin' more nothin' less

Try to show love even on a bad day

I roll up, I'm never hold up

The L is swoll up

The beef in the mind is definitely a winner

Oh that's that rappin' ****

I thought he was much bigger

Do you know this girl named, nah B

I don't know nothin'

Did that name-game shit right from the go-get

Shorty want an autograph

Can I sign it at the end

Oh I think I'm all of that now

So now it's fuck Brand Nubian

Should I call you a bitch

Or should I maintain

I'm just here with my lady, and you came with ya man

This would force him to front

And I'm sure he don't want it

Over some old bullshit

When I'm quick to pull shit

Lift dead, everything is everything

I gotta lot of shit to do

I can't afford to catch a charge

I'm a product of the streets

And I couldn't make no peace

All the real hard **** I know is on the down low

Straight for real estate on a scale I place your fate

Now I'ma let you skate

You was a little weeded

And I seen you don't need it

So hold on with your bad self

I'll keep holding on

Yeah

I'll keep holding on

I gotta hold on

I'll keep holding on

My word is bond

I gotta be strong

I'll keep holding on

Yeah see shit's getting rough but I gotta hold on

Motherfuckers just won't leave me alone

I'll keep holding on

Yeah see shit's getting rough but I gotta hold on

Motherfuckers just won't leave me alone

I'll keep holding on

They won't leave me alone

Yeah

But I gotta hold on

Because my word is bond

And it's on and on

On and on

On and on, oh yeah

I gotta hold on

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah

Yeah

See I gotta hold on

On and on

I gotta hold on

Gotta hold on, gotta hold on yeah