Ay do this Thug style main, Thug style When this whole beat drop we just gon' run it to em bet It's all good, uhh
I never had much, ran with a bad bunch Little skinny kid sneakin weed in my bag lunch And all through Junior High, we was just gettin by And drivebys robbed my homies of their young lives I never did cry, and even though I had pain in my heart, I was hopeless from the start They couldn't tell me nothin, they all tried to help to help me The marijuana had my mind gone it wasn't healthy I travelled places, caught cases, what a ill year I felt the pain and the rain but I'm still here Never did like the police, let the whole world know Now I gets no peace, cause they chasin me down And facin me now, what do I do? These thangs that a Thug goes through And still I rise so keep ya head up, and make ya mind strong It's a struggle every day but you gotta hold on
Chorus: repeat 4X
Hold on, be strong, hold on Be strong, hold on When it's on it's on
There's, never a good day, cause in my hood they let they AK's pump strays where the kids play And every Halloween, check out the murder scene Can't help but duplicate the violence seen on the screen My homies dyin 'fore they get to see they birthdays These is the worst days, sometimes it hurts to pray And even God turned his back on the ghetto youth I know that ain't the truth, sometimes I look for proof I wonder if heaven got a ghetto, and if it does Does it matter if you blood or you cuz Remember how it was, the picnics and the parties in the projects Small time drinkin gettin high with them armies Just another knucklehead kid from the gutter I'm dealin with the madness, raised by a single mother I'm tryin to tell you when it's on You gotta keep your head to the sky and be strong, most of all hold on
Chorus: repeat 4X
Hold on, be strong, hold on Be strong, hold on When it's on it's on