Versuri 11. Hold Ya Head

My homeboys in Clinton and Rikers Island 
All the penitentiaries 
Mumia, Mutulu, Geronimo, Sekon 
All the political prisoners 
San Quentin, who can save you, all the jail houses 
I'm with you 
 
Yeah, one thug, one thug 
You're listenin' to the sounds of one, thug 
  (How do we keep the music playing?) 
One thug, one thug 
You're listenin' to the sounds of 
  (How do we get ahead?) 
 
I wake up early in the mornin', mindstate so military 
Suckers fantasizin' pictures of a young brother buried 
Was it me, the weed or this life I lead 
If daytime is for suckers then tonight we bleed 
 
Out for all that, knowin' that this world bring drawbacks 
Look how this shit, bump, once I deliver these raw 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 livin' in this game for years 
Why worry, hope to God, get me high when I'm buried 
Knowin' deep inside only a few love me 
 
Come rush me to the gates of Heaven, let me picture for a while 
How I lived for my days as a child, I wonder now 
How do we outlast, always get cash 
Stay strong if we all mash, hold ya head 
 
How do we keep the music playing 
  (Yes, you got to hold ya head) 
How do we get ahead 
  (Hold your head) 
Too many young black brothers are dying 
  (Yes, you got to hold ya head) 
Livin' fast, too fast 
 
Yo, these felonies be like prophecies beggin' me to stop 
'Cause these lawyers gettin' money every time they knock us 
Snatchin' pockets lyrically, suckers flea when they notice 
Switched my name to Makaveli, half the rap game closed 
 
Exposed foes with my hocus pocus flows they froze 
Now suckers idolize my, chosen blows 
And mo' money mean litigatin, mo' playa hatin' 
Got a cell at the pen for me waitin', is this my fate? 
 
Miss me with that misdemeanor thinkin', me fall back? 
Never that, too much Tequila drinkin', we all that 
Make them understand me, if not I slang my posse 
Everyone with me is family 'cause everybody's got me 
 
Watch me paint a perfect vision, this life we livin' 
Got us all meetin' up in prison 
Last week I got a letter from my road dog, written in blood 
Saying, "Please show a playa love", hold ya head, hold it 
 
How do we keep the music playing 
  (Yes, you got to hold ya head) 
How do we get ahead 
  (Hold your head) 
Too many young black brothers are dying 
  (Yes, you got to hold ya head) 
Livin' fast, too fast 
 
The weed got me tweakin' in my mind, I'm thinkin' 
God bless the child that can hold his 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 nothin' 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 'til they capture me 
And my, aim is to spread mo' smiles than tears 
Utilalize lessons learned from my childhood years 
Maybe Mama had it all right, rest yo' head 
 
Tradin' conversation all night, bless the dead 
To my homies that I used to have that no longer roll 
Catch a brother at the crossroads 
Plus nobody knows my soul, watchin' time pass 
Through the glass of my drop top Rolls, hold ya head 
 
How do we keep the music playing 
  (Yes, you got to hold ya head) 
How do we get ahead 
  (No matter how hard it get, feel me, come on) 
  (Hold your head) 
 
Too many young black brothers are dying 
(Get the weed, drink a drink, read a book) 
  (Yes, you got to hold ya head) 
Livin' fast, too fast 
  (Watch the stars, get some pussy, whatever) 
 
How do we keep the music playing 
  (Yes, you got to hold ya head) 
How do we get ahead