Thug Holiday

Thug holiday, go ahead you can cry it's alright, baby

Everything gone be gravy later, that's right (thug holiday)

Ah, this is the time when we take time to remember (jus' like, jus' like)

All the loved ones we lost in the struggle, you know? (Jus' like, a thug holiday)

I dedicate this to my brother Hollywood, Lil' Toby, Bam (jus' like, jus' like)

My dog Itchy and Lil Tra (jus' like, a thug holiday)

I dedicate this to the struggle (jus' like, jus' like)

Everybody in the county jail, state penn, and fed, check it out (jus' like, jus' like) (c'mon, c'mon)

If weren't for bad luck, hell, I guess that it's possible have none

But when I think about it, where would I be without my gun?

How could I get away from the po-pos if a - could run

And why was I given a daughter when I always prayed for a son

Life is crazy, ain't it? Sometimes I even think the same thang

I been waitin' on freedom to ring, hell, but ain't a thang changed

And I lost my brother in the struggle, Tata Head done lost his mother

And I'm thinking if I lose mine, who gone raise my brothers

Not to be a thug, stay in school, don't use drugs

Who'll teach them right from wrong and show them boys true love

So I pray for better days, face the bombs and the run-a-ways

And I put my guns away, and I pray for peace on Sundays

It's crazy, ain't it?

Just like the soldiers, that ain't comin' home this year

Just like the fellas in prison, we miss you so much fa real

What about the children who ran away, that ain't comin' home today

Well, here's a message from coast to coast

'Cause when them thugs really need it the most, a thug holiday

Jus' like (jus' like 'em), jus' like (jus' like 'em), jus' like 'em (jus' like 'em) (a thug holiday)

Jus' like (jus' like 'em), jus' like (jus' like 'em), jus' like 'em (jus' like 'em) (a thug holiday)

If it wasn't for all these killings and all these conflicts in religions, then the

Muslims, Jews, and Christians would know that they are all God's children

And there's only one Him, plus ain't none of y'all confronted Him

We so blind in our own mind, we wouldn't even know God if we confronted Him

And I read yo' books, know all yo' remixes to the Bible

What about a verse for the thugs, cureable drugs, and survival, huh

Let's add some chapters, name 'em Martin, Malcolm and Farrakhan

In all my history books, only one died was the Americans

And let's point 'em out, who's responsible for Vietnam

And hold on, there's more, we had two world wars

And how come the judges make more than the teachers is making

When they the one raising all the taxes and got us fighting for education

Life is crazy, ain't it?

So many tears throughout the years, somebody tell me what's goin' on

And so many lies, but only God knows, about the pain deep inside

It gets so hard, ya gotta keep ya head up

I know ya fed up but stay strong

Here's a message from coast to coast

'Cause when them thugs really need it the most, a thug holiday

Jus' like (jus' like 'em), jus' like (jus' like 'em), jus' like 'em (a thug holiday)

Jus' like (jus' like 'em), jus' like (jus' like 'em), jus' like 'em (jus' like 'em)

This is for my people in the ghetto

I'm callin' out, I'm callin' out

To all my thugs in the ghetto, callin' out

'Cause it gets hard sometimes

Buy ya gotta keep ya head up, and be strong

Here's a message from coast to coast

'Cause when them thugs really need it the most

A thug holiday, thug holiday

'Cause we need it, gotta have it

Hmm-mm, 'cause it gets hard here in these streets

You know what I mean

In the ghetto

I'm callin' out to all my thugs in the ghetto

Do you hear what I am saying? Hmm-mm

Callin' my thugs from the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

This song is dedicated to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

A message from coast to coast

When them thugs really need it the most

A thug holiday, I said, "A thug holiday, thug holiday"

We need it, we need it