Holding On

[Verse 1: Cavalier]

Mike Jack lyrics on the mirror, that’s meta

I fight back the tears knowing the clearing’s for the better

My son see me like sunrise so I keeps it light

Turn gritted teeth to smiles

What’s worthwhile to keep in sight

The photo too deep to delete nor to look at

The kind of voice note you keep

I got numbers saved that’s contacts with the Grim Reaper Blood peaches, the sweetest pain

Released doves fly through the sleet and rain

While I try to put a finger on how to release

Every trigger I meet redefines my peace

Life line in the scopes when hope give you rope burn

The names of those we say when we toast

To whom it may concern I’ve digested what I’ve chewed

Side effects might include

Wide perspective solitude

Don't get it misconscrewed

My heart only breaks to keep it open

But still I’m beholden, to be holding on

[Verse 2: Navy Blue]

(Holding you) Emotionally hostage

Holding onto disapproval like it’s not this

Locked in, Roy Jones Jr. how he boxing

Bobbing and weaving and thieving, no option for me, kid

Got what I need when the plot thick

Running circles through my subconscious

Is he conscious? The need for relief is a constant

I’m honest at least, I got more of me to find

Teetering a fine line, I know God is on divine time

Untying tongue of the once silent

Living life like Nick Cannon on the drumline

And self-confidence is risky business

Spinning, I’m either optimistic or the cynic

A modicum of my resolve to solve within an instant

Notice that I’m growing at a speed I can’t diminish

I been holding on to how I view my image

[Verse 3: Denmark Vessey]

I got beef with a regret I got a piece mind to give it

We all fam, but we not a monolith

Sometimes I feel like hole-ridden copper mint

Playing hide and seek with finding strength

It’s the timing for me

It’s how much the words weigh

It’s the veil the color of eggs the birds lay

Beyond the pale

Trading water futures The spook who sat by myself

With the diamond hands

Respect the irony of bombs in the promised land

Since the ruckus hit my sonogram

I ain’t gon' hold you, took a lotta prayers

I been holding breath 'cause this high up it’s not a lotta air

I might fast 40 days and nights, loud is not allowed in here Been holding on to trying to sound aware

But really, I don’t care

[Verse 4: Quelle Chris]

Takes more than breathing in paper bags for the hiccups

Not for nothing, most of my day ones is my day 10 thousand and sumthins

God must love 'em

Seen hearts break and mend and hearts break again

I been the shooter and loser on the receiving end

Mostly owed to not letting my vices go

I don’t use it as an excuse, it’s just true that it’s got a hold on me

I be feeling like pre-clone Gucci and Susie

I think I love her but she just be abusin' me usually

Hit gas, Chevron, I think I can and I can, padawan

No make-ups, Avon, no love lost, Faizon

No in and outs, if you get off then you can’t get back on

And that’s something and that’s bout a...