Hold Ya Head

Yo, Jackson, A 231549

Yeah, close four! Comin' down!

My homeboys in Clinton and Rikers Island

(All Crichlow! A 5991301) the penitentiaries

Mumia, Mutulu, Geronimo, Sekou

All the political prisoners, San Quentin (all close five! comin' down!")

Look at Satan, I see him

All the jailhouses, I'm with you

Yeah, one thug, one thug (how do we keep the music playin'?)

You're listenin' to the sounds of one thug

One thug, one thug (how do we get ahead?)

I wake up early in the mornin', mind state 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 breathe

Out for all that, knowin' that this world bring drawbacks

Look how they shiver 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

Don't 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 playin'?

Yes, you got to hold ya head!

How do we get ahead? Hold ya head

Too many young Black brothers are dyin'

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 flee when they notice

Switched my name to Makaveli, half the rap game ghost

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?