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