Hold On (What A Thug To Do)
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When I was young, I wanted to be man of the house
Have a car, kids and Vanessa Williams as my spouse
A dog in the yard to protect the premises
Fuck good times, I'm talking about somewhere that cost me shit
Four bedroom home, white trim with green
I'll be a doctor, regular American dream
I'll go to college, obtain some knowledge and a degree
I'll go to Stanford, CSUS or maybe UCD
Could go to law school, try to pass the bar
I could be a fireman, maybe a movie star
Could play hoops and be the next Mike J
Getting paid for a game I like to play anyway
Man, so many options, which will I choose?
Pursuing my dreams and I'm willing to pay dues
Gotta take care of mama, I'ma buy her a house too
Look out for my sister, the first thing I'ma do
When I'm rich, no more apartments full of roaches
We'll have the best of everything, at least that's what I'm hoping
So in the innocence of youth, I stand strong
As my future unfolds, I keep holding on
Hold on, never let 'em see you shedding tears
My soul's gone, on the inside, I've been dead for years
Hold on mama, all my love's for you
So much trauma in the world, what's a thug to do?
But hold on, never let 'em see you shedding tears
My soul's gone, on the inside, I've been dead for years
Hold on mama, all my love's for you
So much trauma in the world, what's a thug to do?
Hold on
Now it's getting, it's getting, it's getting kind of hectic
'Cause life as an adult ain't quite what I expected
Bills to pay and mouths to feed
Everybody ask for what they want, instead of what they need
I thought it would be easy, I was mistaken
Thought my thugs would have my back, but they be faking
I went to the pen instead of college
Trying to have more than a dollar in my wallet
Fucked around and got a girl pregnant
My baby won't be neglected the way my daddy did me
All of my dreams turned to nightmares
And if I tell you about it, maybe you might care
I got a Macy girl pregnant, but she got an abortion
Said I wasn't disciplined and didn't have caution
Didn't want her only child to be fatherless
She told me I would be dead before next autumn hits
I disagree, but maybe she's right in a sense
'Cause I'ma G until the day they put me in a crypt
No bullshit, hard living got me on one
Until the day I D-I-E, I'ma be holding on
Standing strong
Hold on, never let 'em see you shedding tears
My soul's gone, on the inside, I've been dead for years
Hold on mama, all my love's for you
So much trauma in the world, what's a thug to do?
But hold on, never let 'em see you shedding tears
My soul's gone, on the inside, I've been dead for years
Hold on mama, all my love's for you
So much trauma in the world, what's a thug to do?
Holidays come and go kind of quick in the pen
I got a call from my sister, it's my birthday again
I barely noticed, dude was fighting to life for murder
On Thanksgiving, they fed us potato tots and hamburgers
I made my bed, but it's too hard to be laying in it
Fighting the drama, but for some reason I'm staying in it
Writing to mama, can your son get a visit?
I'm feeling a little depressed, can you tell me what is it?
What you suggest? I'm stressed out beyond belief
So much weight on my chest daily, I'm missing the streets
Got me stretched out like a pregnant lady's belly
X-rated and stagnated and it's driving me crazy
I created this situation, I know that's the truth
No father figures in the ghetto, but that ain't no excuse
Mama, excuse my behavior please, feel like my soul's gone
Pray for your only son, need you to be strong
And hold on, never let 'em see you shedding tears
My soul's gone, on the inside, I've been dead for years
Hold on mama, all my love's for you
So much trauma in the world, what's a thug to do?
But hold on, shedding tears
No father figures in the ghetto, but that ain't no excuse
Mama, excuse my behavior please, feel like my soul's gone
Pray for your only son, need you to be strong
Hold on
Stretched out like a pregnant lady's belly
X-rated and stagnated and it's driving me crazy
I created this situation, I know that's the truth
No father figures in the ghetto, but that ain't no excuse
Mama, excuse my behavior please, feel like my soul's gone
Pray for your only son, need you to be strong
And hold on