My homeboys in Clinton and Rikers Island All the penitentiaries Mumia, Mutulu, Geronimo, Sekon All the political prisoners San Quentin, who can save you, all the jail houses I'm with you Yeah, one thug, one thug You're listenin' to the sounds of one, thug (How do we keep the music playing?) One thug, one thug You're listenin' to the sounds of (How do we get ahead?) I wake up early in the mornin', mindstate so military Suckers fantasizin' pictures of a young brother buried Was it me, the weed or this life I lead If daytime is for suckers then tonight we bleed Out for all that, knowin' that this world bring drawbacks Look how this shit, bump, once I deliver these raw raps Meet me at the cemetery dressed in black Tonight we, honor the dead, those who won't be back So if I die, do the same for me, shed no tears An Outlaw, thug livin' in this game for years Why worry, hope to God, get me high when I'm buried Knowin' deep inside only a few love me Come rush me to the gates of Heaven, let me picture for a while How I lived for my days as a child, I wonder now How do we outlast, always get cash Stay strong if we all mash, hold ya head How do we keep the music playing (Yes, you got to hold ya head) How do we get ahead (Hold your head) Too many young black brothers are dying (Yes, you got to hold ya head) Livin' fast, too fast Yo, these felonies be like prophecies beggin' me to stop 'Cause these lawyers gettin' money every time they knock us Snatchin' pockets lyrically, suckers flea when they notice Switched my name to Makaveli, half the rap game closed Exposed foes with my hocus pocus flows they froze Now suckers idolize my, chosen blows And mo' money mean litigatin, mo' playa hatin' Got a cell at the pen for me waitin', is this my fate? Miss me with that misdemeanor thinkin', me fall back? Never that, too much Tequila drinkin', we all that Make them understand me, if not I slang my posse Everyone with me is family 'cause everybody's got me Watch me paint a perfect vision, this life we livin' Got us all meetin' up in prison Last week I got a letter from my road dog, written in blood Saying, "Please show a playa love", hold ya head, hold it How do we keep the music playing (Yes, you got to hold ya head) How do we get ahead (Hold your head) Too many young black brothers are dying (Yes, you got to hold ya head) Livin' fast, too fast The weed got me tweakin' in my mind, I'm thinkin' God bless the child that can hold his own Indeed, enemies bleed when I hold my chrome Let these words be the last to my unborn seeds Hope to raise my young nation in this world of greed Currency means nothin' if you still ain't free Money breeds jealousy, take the game from me I hope for better days, trouble comes naturally Running from authorities 'til they capture me And my, aim is to spread mo' smiles than tears Utilalize lessons learned from my childhood years Maybe Mama had it all right, rest yo' head Tradin' conversation all night, bless the dead To my homies that I used to have that no longer roll Catch a brother at the crossroads Plus nobody knows my soul, watchin' time pass Through the glass of my drop top Rolls, hold ya head How do we keep the music playing (Yes, you got to hold ya head) How do we get ahead (No matter how hard it get, feel me, come on) (Hold your head) Too many young black brothers are dying (Get the weed, drink a drink, read a book) (Yes, you got to hold ya head) Livin' fast, too fast (Watch the stars, get some pussy, whatever) How do we keep the music playing (Yes, you got to hold ya head) How do we get ahead