Letras
Growing up in the streets of L.A
Life and death can be determined by the words you say
Being misunderstood if you're in the wrong hood
'Cause then you gotta face those ups you're no good
Far from, we're coming from the side
Where one is running back for a gun in his ride
The sight of a shank locked, the sound of a pimp or cocked back
A plaque of a Vietnam flashback
Unlike a movie, here in the streets you play for keeps
And tonight someone's mother is gonna weep
For a death that most would say is senseless, senseless!
Is to walk the streets defenseless
And the man he don't understand
Why sometimes you must take the law into your own hands
The city's a jungle and in the jungle you're all alone
Here come a time you gotta hold your own
You gotta hold your own (You got, you got to refuse to lose!)
You gotta hold your own (You got, you got to refuse to lose!)
Hold your own (You got, you got to refuse to lose!)
You gotta hold your own (You got, you got to refuse to lose!)
Hold your own
Man, no matter where you live you gotta hold your own
If you're either in a gang or you roam alone
A man's gotta do what a man's got to do
One false move and your ass is through
If you're not prepared to back yourself up
Man you better shut up or get cut up and what up?
A dealer of drugs will have a hustler with thugs
A pimp gets paid while his girl gives hugs
Holding his own in whatever he does
Just to get back what once was
From the street ghetto rats to the rich and the wealthy
To the ones that are sick, to the ones that are healthy
The message is clear, spread far and wide
The solution is yours, it's up to you to provide
And decide and take pride and never hide
Your true colors that you hold inside
You gotta hold your own (You got, you got to refuse to lose!)
Hold your own (You got, you got to refuse to lose!)
You gotta hold your own (You got, you got to refuse to lose!)