Hold on... [lighter flicks up]

Yeah it's gonna be alright, don't trip baby [inhales]

It'll get better... [coughing]



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 th