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"