Something To Hold Onto

[Intro]

Bismillah

Surah 115

I'm trying to find that missing note

While you niggas is at the club looking for pussy

I'm try- I'm looking for the missing note

[Verse 1]

As I scratch the last days off the calendar

Niggas roam the streets with heavy metal like Metallica

Pistols with the silencers, killing soldiers softly

The crime pays a little but the consequence is costly

My cousin, I love him, we go back in the days

But now he struggle with the monkey and he trapped in a maze

I still care for him, to tell the truth I'm kinda scared for him

Cause when he conscious, he in rare form

But that's the story of his life, getting locked up or shot up

Or in somebody's kitchen on the block cooking rocks up

I think he lost hope when he seen them lock his pops up

Or when he seen his sister babyfather get his knot bust

My grandmother complain and tell him make a change

But her thinking is outdated she can't understand the game

Syeah, hard time three to nine in a jailhouse

Is no different from slaving nine to five in a warehouse

[Hook]

There's a lot of shit going on up in my hood

I thank God I'm alive, homey knock on wood

Yea though I walk through the valley of death

I know the lord got my back with every step

You see nothing here surprises me

I got a whole lotta soldiers down to ride with me

But lord please give me, something to hold on to

Something to hold, I need something to hold

[Verse 2]

Yo in the projects shit is mad real for the youth

Niggas get ill for the loot

The more guns ya bust, the realer your crew

Cats carry gats concealed in they suits

Whether cee-loo craps or Macs gorillas may shoot

When the eyes meet don't steer wrong and don't stare long

Cause niggas'll kill for that, when they be full of heroin

It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder

How crews remain standing once the AK's thunder

Under the slum roof tops, career thugs cook rocks, then hit the blocks

To make a killing plus fame, man, they loving this game

It's mega action; the trees stay hot like saunas

Shorties with fly hair-dos get dipped to play the corner

Summer time they shine block parties galore

So many soldiers die, they buy a separate forty to pour

I knew this kid Larry; niggas thought he was poor

But he had cream for days, ran a solid scheme with K's

AKs with the banana clips, rubber handle grips

The same nigga that got Randal hit, he living scandalous

He used to pop no-doz so he won't be caught sleeping

And he couldn't even walk around the block cause he was beefing

I say that to say this, that's ghetto everyday shit

Where slugs miss chipped bricks leave scars on chicks

It's kinda trife right now, but that's the life right now

And way back it was a half-assed trife like now

[Hook]

There's a lot of shit going on up in my hood

I thank God I'm alive, homey knock on wood

Yea though I walk through the valley of death

I know the lord got my back with every step

You see nothing here surprises me

I got a whole lotta soldiers down to ride with me

But lord please give me, something to hold on to

Something to hold, I need something to hold

[Verse 3]

Peace god what's today's math, just trying to escape wrath;

With two left feet, it's kinda hard to walk a straight path

Soldiers laying in gutters from God to greed

My old dad left momdukes and scarred his seed

We all family, but seemingly these cats can't stand me

Haters gonna hate be it a Lexus or a Camry, understand me

But do the knowledge first, swallow my verse

Which is my universe, God obeys no thirst

Fallen angels in the ghetto trading in they wings for things

Semiautomatic machines with red beams

Street magicians converting the crack into cream

Sat back saw 'em turn Black Zack to a fiend

He's a teacher, had a fly daughter named Lakeisha

If you hustle, have a beeper, smoke reefer, you can freak her

I seen her giving head inside the club behind the speaker

Last year she had three abortions for the preacher

And one miscarriage for this kid they call Harris

He told her that her loved her and he's moving her to Paris

She fell for it

Touched the third rail for it (uh)

And next year she would've been sixteen

Once told me that she wanted to go to God, get clean

So she could be a role model for her brother Eugene

He's a beautiful seed, eight years and can't read

At night, his asthma so bad he can't breathe

He wants to be an astronaut, and fly to space

But his teacher told him that he just ain't go what it takes

So he cried while the other kids played at lunch break

What will it take to raise our mind-state?

[Hook]

There's a lot of shit going on up in my hood

I thank God I'm alive, homey knock on wood

Yea though I walk through the valley of death

I know the lord got my back with every step

You see nothing here surprises me

I got a whole lotta soldiers down to ride with me

But lord please give me, something to hold on to

Something to hold, I need something to hold

[Hook]

There's a lot of shit going on up in my hood

I thank God I'm alive, homey knock on wood

Yea though I walk through the valley of death

I know the lord got my back with every step

You see nothing here surprises me

I got a whole lotta soldiers down to ride with me

But lord please give me, something to hold on to

Something to hold, I need something to hold