Hold Ya Head

Makaveli, Tyrone WriceBuy this song

My homeboys in Clinton And Rikers Island
 Mumia Atumie, Gerino Pratt, 
All the political prisoners
San Quinton 

Yeah
One thug, one thug

How do we keep the music playing
One Thug, One Thug
I wake up early in the morning 
My state so Military  Suckers Fantasize, Pictures of a 
 Young Brother Buried 
Was it me, The Weed, Or this life I lead
If daytime is for suckers then
 Tonight we Bleed 
Out for all that
 Knowing that this world brings drawbacks 
Look how this shit bumps 
Once I deliver these war raps
Meet me at the cemetery  Dressed in Black  Tonight we
 Follow the dead
And those who won't be back
So if I die
To the same for me
Shed no tear
An Outlaw, thug living in this game, 
For years 
Why worry,
Hope to god
Get me high
When I'm buried  Knowing deep inside me
Only if yeah love
Come rush me to the gates of heaven 
Let me picture for a while 
How I live for my days, as a child 
I wonder now
How do we outlast, always get cash
Stay strong if we all mash
Hold Your head

How do we keep the music playing
How do we get ahead 
To many young black brothers are dying  Living fast, too fast

 These felonies be like prophecies  Begging me to stop
'cause These lawyers getting money
 Every time they knock us
 Slashing pockets lyrically  Suckers fled when they notice  Switched my name to Makaveli 
Had the rap game closed  Expose foes, with my hocus pocus flows 
They froze 
Now suckers idealize my chosen Blows
More money mean litigating 
More Player hating
Got a cell at the Penn for me waiting 
Is this my fate
Miss me with that mister meaner thinking 
Me fall back
 Never That
Too much Tequila drinking
We all that
Make them understand me
Hey I'll stay all night out with my Posse  Everyone roll with me is family 
'Cause everybody's got me
 Watch me paint a perfect vision
This life we living 
Got us all meeting up in Prison 
Last week I got a letter from my road dog
 Written in Blood 
Saying, "Please show a young player love"
Hold your head
Hold it

How do we keep the music playing
How do we get ahead 
To many young black brothers are dying  Living Fast, too fast

God bless the child that can hold is own
 Indeed  Enemies bleed when I hold my chrome 
Let these words be to last
To my unborn seeds
Hope to raise my young nation
In this world of greed  Currency means nothing if you still ain't free
 Money breeds jealousy 
Take the game from me
I hope for better days
 Trouble comes naturally  Running from authorities 
Till they capture me
And my AIM is to spread more smiles than tears  Utilize lessons learned from my childhood years
 Maybe Mama had it all right 
Rest your head
 Straight conversation all night  Bless the dead
To the homies that I usta have
That no longer roll
 Catch a brother at the crossroads 
Plus nobody knows my soul
 Watching time pass
 Through the glass of my drop top
Hold your head

How do we keep the music playing
How do we get ahead 
To many young black brothers are dying  Living fast, too fast

Written by: TYRONE J. WRICE, TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC

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