Thug Holiday

[Intro: LaTocha Scott]

Thug holiday, go ahead you can cry this up right baby

Everything gone be gravy later, that's right

This the time when we take time to remember

All the loved ones we lost in the struggle you know

I dedicate this to my brother Hollywood, Toby, Bam

My dog Itchy and Lil Trav, I dedicate this to the struggle

Everybody in the county jail, state penn, check it out

[Verse 1: Trick Daddy]

If it wasn't for bad luck, hell I guess that a nigga wouldn't have none

But when I think about it, what would I be without my gun

How could I, get away from the po-po's, if a, nigga couldn't run

And how was I given a daughter when I always prayed for a son

Life is crazy ain't it, sometimes I even think the same thing

I've been waiting on freeing the ring hell but ain't a thang changed

And I lost my brother in the struggle, Taterhead done lost his mother

And I'm thinking about it who's mine's who gone raise my brother

Not to be a thug, stay in school, don't use drugs

Who'll teach him right from wrong and show them boys, true love

So I pray for the better days, face the bomb had a run-a-ways

And, I put my guns away and I pray for peace on Sundays, it's crazy ain't it

[Chorus: LaTocha Scott]

Just like the soldiers, that ain't coming home this year

Just like the fellas, in prison, we miss you so much for real

What about the children, who ran away, that ain't coming home today

Well here's a message from coast to coast

Cause when them thugs really need it the most a thug holiday

Just like 'em, just like 'em, just like 'em, a thug holiday - 2x

[Verse 2: Trick Daddy]

Here go one for, all these killings and all these conflicts in religion

See the Muslims, Jews and Christians but know they are all God's children

There's only, one him, plus ain't none of y'all confronting him

So blind in our own minds we wouldn't even know God if we was in front of him

And, I read your books know all your remixes to the bible

What about a, verse for the thugs curled with drugs and survival

That's asking chapels naming Martin, Malcolm and Farrakhan

In all my history books, only one died was the Americans

And, that's point of my, who's responsible for Vietnam

And, hold on there's more, we had two World Wars

And, how come the judges make more than the teachers is making

When they the ones raising all the taxes and got us fighting for education

Life is crazy ain't it

[Chorus: LaTocha Scott]

So many tears, through out the years

Somebody tell me what's going on

And so many liiives, but only God knows

About the pain deep inside

It gets so hard, you got to keep your head up

I know you're fed up, but stay strong

Here's a message from coast to coast

Cause when them thugs really need it the most, thug holiday

Just like 'em, just like 'em, just like 'em, a thug holiday - 2x

[Outro: LaTocha Scott]

This is for my people in the ghetto

I'm calling out, calling out

To all my thugs in the ghetto

Calling out, calling out

It gets hard sometimes, but you

Got to keep your head up, and be strong

Here's a message from coast to coast

Cause when them thugs really need it the most, a thug holiday