Hold Your Head

Feeling abysmal

Agida from packing a pistol

Frightened at the crisis that’s fiscal

Looking for work

Looking for worth

Perhaps looking for words

Cops looking for work

All of that

Took out of context

Relationship look like a contest

Pleading down, pleading no contest

Not what it seem

Caught in between

Average is mean

Being average is mean

You may be

Feeling abandoned

Dreaming that you lived in a mansion

Wishing that you lived in the Hamptons

Something is strange

Nothing’s at stake

Like God make mistakes

Like God would forsake

Family hugging the asphalt

Maddened at life you ain’t ask for

Kanye got you mad at your Rav4

Waking up hurts

Waking up irks

Cats sleeping on the curb

Waking up’s worse

HOLD YOUR HEAD

HOLD YOUR HEAD

Making adjustments

Dealing with dealers and hustlers

Dealer done dealt an injustice

Losing your way

And hold of the reins

Getting caught in the rain

That ain’t going away

Possibly

Might have been ill due

To someone who told you they feel you

Then became someone who killed you

Wounded your heart

Wounded your art

Wounded your drive

Left you in park

Damaged from growing up too fast

Maybe someone in your crew or camp

Might have ended up in a newscast

Probably a shame

Maybe a grave

Dangers are grave

Life ain’t a game

Taking off isn’t an option

Stories that people concocted

Mixing up different concoctions

Numbing the pain

Numbers to pay

Feeling depraved

Feeling like prey

HOLD YOUR HEAD

HOLD YOUR HEAD

When the going get tough

Tough get tougher

Tough gon suck it up

Tough gon suffer

We can go without lunch

We can go without supper

We can go without AC in the hot summer

We can go without no heat in the cold winter

Because my crew’s not wimps

Crew’s all winners

And my crew’s all thinner

But my crew’s not bitter

And my crew’s not quitting

And my crew’s not kidding

Whole crew not too cool for coupon clipping

And we all gon kick in so we all still kicking

Ain’t no one a little bitch so no one starts bitching

Ain’t nobody gotta pitch because we all gon pitch in

God forbid you find yourself in prison for a bid

Folding even for a minute is forbidden

Put up those mitts

Put up those mittens

You could stand that heat

Don’t get out that kitchen

Know you may be pissed and you may be sickened

Situations get thick

And them plots get thickened

Misters and misses you cannot be chicken

If somebody need chips everybody gotta chip in

Deficits get big but you gotta start chipping

You may stumble or strip but you can’t start tripping

You may really be ticked but the clock keeps ticking

Baby needs milks you might be stripping

DMX fan so you might be slipping

Lot of lost fam so you might be sipping

Lot of white lines that you might be sniffing

Left and right wrists that you thinking about slitting

Time to be served so you thinking about snitching

Lot of loose germs so you might be stricken

Hold your head, one day it’ll be different

HOLD YOUR HEAD

HOLD YOUR HEAD