Hold On Lyrics - Brand Nubian

I'll keep, holdin' on 

I'll keep, holdin' on 

Young black male, twenty-five years of age 

Many a lives didn't survive to this stage 

'Cause the rage of another brother got him popped 

Shot him and he dropped, like a beanbag 

Mean motherfucker with a rag and some jeans that sag 

They signify your death by crossin' out your tag 

Then they go and brag that they took another life 

Never to think, do a brother got a mother and a wife? 

Trife when a nigga do the work of the Klan 

That's what you're doin' when you ruin the life of a black man 

Attack plan on self, the man's got the family jewels 

So I guess we're buryin' wealth 

All because we've been taught to despise what's black 

Open your eyes you oughta realize the fact 

That you've been gettin' used like a trick 

You think you're mighty, but yo, whitey got your head sick 

See you were fed thick pieces of swine as a baby 

It only help to drive your mind crazy, now your blind days be over 

No more standin' on line, tryin' to find Jehovah 

Let us rewind to a time we was right and just 

Now a days we just fight and bust 

One another in the back over crack, a carjack 

Will get you killed, watch the blood get spilled 

To the scale, then watch how fast they build the jail 

Now they got you holdin' on to a cell, well 

I'll keep, holdin' on 

I'll keep, holdin' on 

I'll keep, holdin' on 

I'll keep, holdin' on 

Why it gotta be me B? I just came to chill 

Came to see the flicks, nuttin' more nuttin' less 

Try to show love even on a bad day 

I roll up, I'm never hold up, the L is swoll up 

The beef in the mind is definitely a winner 

Oh that's that rappin' nigga, I thought he was much bigger 

Do you know this girl named Nah B? I don't know nothin' 

Did that name game shit right from the go get 

Shorty want an autograph, can I sign it at the end? 

Oh I think I'm all of that now, so now it's fuck Brand Nubian 

Should I call you a bitch, or should I maintain? 

I'm just here with my lady and you came with your man 

This would force him to front, and I'm sure he don't want it 

Over some old bullshit, when I'm quick to pull shit 

Live dad, everything is everything 

I got a lotta shit to do I can't afford to catch a charge 

I'm a product of the streets, and I couldn't make no peace 

All the real hard shit I know, is on the down low 

Straight for real estate, on a scale I place your fate 

Now I'ma let you skate, you was a little weeded 

And I seen you don't need it, so hold on with your bad self 

I'll keep, holdin' on 

I'll keep, holdin' on 

I gotta hold on 

I'll keep, holdin' on 

My word is bond, I gotta be strong 

I'll keep, holdin' on 

And keep holdin' on, yeah 

Ya see life's gettin' rough but I gotta hold on 

All these little suckers want me alone 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

Ya see life's gettin' rough but I gotta hold on 

All these little suckers want me alone 

Yeah, they want me alone 

Yeah, yeah yeah 

But I gotta hold on because my word is bon 

And it's on and on, on and on, on and on 

On ya, I gotta hold on 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah 

Yeah