I want to cry

I live and die

I search and find

I waste my time



I plead my loss

When I dread my cross

I reached my part

and seen disgust



I gotta hold on

I gotta hold on

I gotta hold on

I gotta hold on

To my disgust



I take I creep

I laugh and sleep

I roll in thunder

But still I wonder

I (?) I grow

But sometimes I wonder

My mind's so slow

I gotta hold on

To my disgust



You should see it work

The politics and dirt

Give it to me inch by inch

In the (?) style

Take it from me mile by mile

As the rich come in

You see this earth she cries

While the rest of them smile

I gotta hold on

I gotta hold on

I gotta hold on

I gotta hold on

I gotta hold on

I gotta hold on

I gotta hold on

I gotta hold on

I gotta hold on