Hold On (2006 Remastered Version|Explicit) - Brand Nubian
Written by：Lord Jamar for 7G Productions
I'll keep holding on mm yea yea
I'll keep holding on
Young black male twenty five years of age
Many a lives didn't survive to this stage
'Cause the rage of another brother got him popped
Shot him and he dropped like a beanbag
Mean motherf**ker 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
Trife when a ni**a do the work of the klan
Thats 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 were buryin' wealth
All because weve been taught to despise what's black
Open your eyes you oughta realize the fact
That youve 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 help to drive your mind crazy
Now your blind days be over
No more standin' on line tryin' to 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
Will get you killed watch the blood get spilled
To the scale then watch how fast they build the jail
Now they got you holdin' on to a cell well
I'll keep holdin' on yeah
I'll keep holdin' on
I'll keep holdin' on
I'll keep holdin' on
Why it gotta be me B I just came to chill
Came to see the flicks nuttin' more nuttin' 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 thats that rappin' ni**a
I thought he was much bigger
Do you know this girl named Nah
B I don't know nothin'
Did that name game sh*t 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 f**ked nubain
Should I call you a b*tch
Or should I maintain
I'm just here with my lady and you came witcha man
This would force him to front
And I'm sure he don't want it
Over some old b******t when I'm quick to pull sh*t
Live dad everything is everything
I got a lotta sh*t 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 niggas I know is on the down low
Straight for real estate on a scale I place your fate
Now I'm a let you skate
You was a little weeded
And I seen you don't need it
So hold on with your bad self with your bad self
I'll keep holdin' on yeah
I'll keep holdin' on
I gotta hold on'
I'll keep holdin on
I gotta be strong
I'll keep holdin' on yeah
She's gettin' rough but I gotta hold on
Mother f**kers just won't leave me alone
Yeah yeaahh
Ya see she's gettin' rough but I gotta hold on
These little f**kers won't leave me alone
They won't leave me alone
Yeah
But I gotta hold on
Because my word is bon
And it's on and on on and on on and on
On ya
I gotta hold on
Yeah yeah yeahhhh yeah yeahhh yeahhh
Oooh yeah yeah yeah
Yeaaah ooh
See I gotta hold on
Ah uh ah
I gotta hold on gotta hold on
Gotta hold on
