Can't Hold On

[Intro] Rock, uh-uh Yeah, yeah, okay We gon' do it like this y'all Uh, listen up [Verse 1: MED] We was young niggas off the liquor in the street lights Dice games, and street names, everybody tight House parties, get the mic, and tell the DJ Pulling hoes in the high school hallways It won't fade like niggas blaze stress all day I'm talking Kane, KRS, Cube, Flavor Flav Slick Rick, gold chains, before Escalades were too away The time a dollar split two ways We got a little older, search for new things Some turned out athletes, some dealers, some joined gangs Friends is enemies, women is two-faced Spilt liquor for all of my people who's now graves Homies in cages, trapped, sent away for ages Rap kept me on this track from fadin' To my niggas on these blocks that's half or not These memories sometimes is all we got Ain't nothing like Memory Lane But in my head I hear my momma say [Chorus: Bobby Caldwell] "Baby, how many times have I told you? You can't hang on to the past" [Verse 2: MED] I remember days of Kool-Aid stains on the shirt The young squirts, run under bleachers looking up skirts When wearing turtlenecks and overalls worked Late for class lying (Damn, where's my homework?) For first hustling clocking a small knot Slipping with your whole sack on you, we didn't think cops Talk through boxes, different color of Reebok stripe socks Mama jokes leading to slap box Everybody and their cousin is Hip-hop Rarely did us brothers duck strays or get shot Still niggas on this block still having not Sometimes these memories is all we got Ain't nothing like Memory Lane But in my head I hear my mom say [Chorus: Bobby Caldwell] "Baby, how many times have I told you? You can't hang on to the past" [Instrumental Break] [Chorus: Bobby Caldwell] "Baby, how many times have I told you? You can't hang on to the past"