Keep Holding It Up

Slum Village

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    Wuttup tho?
    Feelin' a little under the weather today.
    But had some stuff to get
    off my chest ya know?
    Now wut im 'bout to say to y'all
    I ain't never said to the general public.
    But y'all gotta hear me yo.
    Feel me.

    Verse 1:
    I know I might
    Sound like a got a cold and im speaking
    But im cold and im sneezing
    But im grown and breathin.
    Hear the tone in my speaking
    And it's home where he's preaching.
    Both of my parents gone for a reason
    Daddy's wrong just for leavin'
    Mother moved on and im breathing.
    (?) spirits above the stones and the deamons
    she belongs in a teaching
    where there's a throne and a kingdom
    and deep inside my bones im believing
    that the poems that im reading is
    the songs to my freedom.
    Lik-e-ly known as deceiving
    What im shown it ain't pleasing
    Make me wanna throw stones at a deacon
    And it home when he preaching
    See that's satan makin my
    heart cold as a breeze
    'Till it's colder from freezing.
    Gotta get right
    I might not make it over this evening
    'cuz your time here is shorter than breath
    gone from wheezing.
    And heard my nigga tone he was bleedin'
    Through his clothes
    It was leaking from some
    chrome that was squeezing
    Now when im all alone
    I be thinking im against all odds
    Hoping that god will show me the evens
    But im sick of being poor through the seasons
    Smoke a drole through the
    drinkin with 2 hoes through
    the weekend
    Bout to go to my seed and...

    Chorus:
    Life can sometimes be so hard to bear
    When u feel that theirs no one who cares
    There are times u feel all hope is gone
    Don't loose faith and just keep
    holding on and on and on
    Keep holding on and on and on and on and on

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    Verse 2:
    But sometimes I feel alone in these streets
    It gets cold in these streets
    My heart and soul on these streets
    I lost my moms
    So I hold to a piece
    Of a place, state and time
    Where we both in the grind
    And what's love to a fatherless son?
    Although he had love for his son
    (Pensions?) were none to seldom
    I would sit on the porch 'till the mail come
    And when it came
    There never was a letter with my name
    My moms was there for me
    She held it down 'cause she cared for me
    She never left
    Even in her last breathe when
    she sat next to death
    She was always at her best never stressed
    That's why...

    Chorus

    You gotta keep holdin' on
    You gotta keep keep holdin' on
    Keep holdin on just
    Keep holdin' on
    Keep holdin' on...

    Chorus
    Fades out

    Información de la canción

    Composición: R.L.T3 Altman III, Melanie Rutherford y Curtis Cross

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