Hold Your Head

Lyrics

Feeling abysmal Agida from packing a pistol Frightened at the crisis that's fiscal Looking for work Looking for worth Perhaps looking for words Cops looking for work All of that Took out of context Relationship look like a contest Pleading down, pleading no contest Not what it seem Caught in between Average is mean Being average is mean You may be Feeling abandoned Dreaming that you lived in a mansion Wishing that you lived in the Hamptons Something is strange Nothing's at stake Like God make mistakes Like God would forsake Family hugging the asphalt Maddened at life you ain't ask for Kanye got you mad at your Rav4 Waking up hurts Waking up irks Cats sleeping on the curb Waking up's worse HOLD YOUR HEAD HOLD YOUR HEAD Making adjustments Dealing with dealers and hustlers Dealer done dealt an injustice Losing your way And hold of the reins Getting caught in the rain That ain't going away Possibly Might have been ill due To someone who told you they feel you Then became someone who killed you Wounded your heart Wounded your art Wounded your drive Left you in park Damaged from growing up too fast Maybe someone in your crew or camp Might have ended up in a newscast Probably a shame Maybe a grave Dangers are grave Life ain't a game Taking off isn't an option Stories that people concocted Mixing up different concoctions Numbing the pain Numbers to pay Feeling depraved Feeling like prey HOLD YOUR HEAD HOLD YOUR HEAD When the going get tough Tough get tougher Tough gon suck it up Tough gon suffer We can go without lunch We can go without supper We can go without AC in the hot summer We can go without no heat in the cold winter Because my crew's not wimps Crew's all winners And my crew's all thinner But my crew's not bitter And my crew's not quitting And my crew's not kidding Whole crew not too cool for coupon clipping And we all gon kick in so we all still kicking Ain't no one a little bitch so no one starts bitching Ain't nobody gotta pitch because we all gon pitch in God forbid you find yourself in prison for a bid Folding even for a minute is forbidden Put up those mitts Put up those mittens You could stand that heat Don't get out that kitchen Know you may be pissed and you may be sickened Situations get thick And them plots get thickened Misters and misses you cannot be chicken If somebody need chips everybody gotta chip in Deficits get big but you gotta start chipping You may stumble or strip but you can't start tripping You may really be ticked but the clock keeps ticking Baby needs milks you might be stripping DMX fan so you might be slipping Lot of lost fam so you might be sipping Lot of white lines that you might be sniffing Left and right wrists that you thinking about slitting Time to be served so you thinking about snitching Lot of loose germs so you might be stricken Hold your head, one day it'll be different HOLD YOUR HEAD HOLD YOUR HEAD