Look out, the sun is out while it's raining The devil's wife must be complaining Remember that? It's brother's work Elbows in and up and down the court 'Cause they play ball long after dark at Sykes park Smelled the rain before it came But that don't stop the game Intense inside the twelve feet fence Flip the mode back on the road set in and watch my woodgrain spin I let my window down and let the world in Since I was knee high the only thing we had was The peach tree plaza in the sky Things ain't the same no more Everyday my city seems to grow and grow Gotta blow a bed for my back 'cause I can't take the hardwood floors Crooked system had me working in the warehouse from 8 to 4 so Gipp know what it is to work for them foes For a check that don't mean shit, more bills keep coming in But ain't no saving used to scrape up a buck for a box of Newports But after I found out that they was fucking with the tobac I stopped Its like killing myself with a glock (Pow) Its rough, prices going up, people giving in To the rockets and hernon homes is known By the city to be toxic but ain't nothin' said Always on the down low never in the mainstream, it ain't king To be the full time, blow a man these days you get years And even though my cousin writes me from the pen I always think about how we kicked it at the Dungeon fo' he went in What's next? My slick partner Toby is gone Went to handle a little business never made it back home I wonder what his girl told his son Hold on I can't escape the bullshit where ever I go, shit Always into something, 'cause I wanna be rich Pulling cards in my blood, it seems I'm mean, 'cause of my look I might blast off on ya ass and write another book It took too many times in the cage Now I'm on the front page looking at myself I'm on the run, never to be seen by the eyes A fugitive, plus I got a life to live State by state, is this just a dream? Sometimes it seems like it just a figure Standing in the mirror from the back That's why I'm swinging my axe Every time, so I won't miss, I can be hit 'Cause I'm touchable That's my state of mind 'Cause I know one day you gotta go in a life of crime Either the pen or a one way ticket So I'm asking, "What will it be? Where do I solve?? Nobody knows but me, see? When I was a youth used to think I was bulletproof Never thought I could be hit, ready to stand my turf Niggaz can't understand how it work, what's the plan? We killing our own people for this bullshit Scared straight, wanna escape There's one way outta this crooked county with a bounty Coming to get me then I'd be on the run Hoping to find a better day without loaded guns in my face I'm not the criminal, fuck your probation What's my occupation? Selling my dubbs on the street 'Cause I gotta eat, hold on Am I awake or is this just another dream? I pinch myself invisible bars cover my cage Done lost all conception of time Trapped in my own mind Unaware of the world in front or behind Be trying To catch up with myself Evil doers steady working Guest be leaching off of my wealth Can't wait for my death But got me fucked up Ain't man enough Nigga you got false nuts Bouncing like rubber balls off the walls The life we supposed to be living y'all Them crackers got boxed up We ain't even the middle men But yet free my mind of confusion Jehovah witnesses waking me up out my slumber Using white rice and [unverified] Stomach aching, be still hunger For the taking at the bottom of my barrel Fuck ass and being nice ain't got me nathan But a frown too high to get down, hold on nigga You don't know me and I ain't tryna claim I be knowing you But I do understand what you going through Seems like you running outta time In and out of crime And everybody ain't gon' be able to rhyme damn It must be hard to hold on when your faith is gone Mmmm, tryna make it all alone Sometimes you gotta swallow your pride and let the Lord decide You can't hide from the truth, I know we've all tried And I agree it's hard to believe in what you can't see "Well, shit nigga what you keep telling me to hold on for? I'm stuck in the ghetto with no where to go, I gotta slang that blow" "You call yourself tryna teach, seems like I'm outta reach 'Cause I don't wanna hear another speech This is all I know how to get up, get out and get so fuck that shit" Hold on, be strong, it ain't gon' be that long Them folks won't do you wrong The name of the song is hold on, be strong It ain't gon' be that long, them folks won't do you wrong The name of the song is hold on, is hold on Ey, now I'm chillin' in the lounge and dis girl gon' walk in the bathroom She said, "Damn you look cute but why you ain't got no tattoos?" I said, "I ain't come to look cute, cool came to cut!" "And damn you look cute, why you ain't got no butt?"