artist:2  pac

songs  title:hold  ya  head

my  homeboys  in  clinton  and  rikers  island

mumia,  mutulu,  sendeko,  gerino  pratt,

all  the  political  prisoners

san  quiton

yeah

one  thug,  one  thug

how  do  we  keep  the  music  playing

one  thug,  one  thug

i  wake  up  early  in  the  morning

my  state  so  military

suckas  fantasize,  pictures  of  a

young  brother  buried

was  it  me,  the  weed,  or  this  life  i  lead

if  daytime  is  for  suckas  then

tonight  we  bleed

out  for  all  that

knowing  that  this  world  brings  drawbacks

look  how  this  shit  bumps

once  i  deliver  these  war  raps

meet  me  at  the  cemetary

dressed  in  black

tonight  we

follow  the  dead

and  those  who  wont  be  back

so  if  i  die

to  the  same  for  me

shed  no  tears

an  outlaw,  thug  living  in  this  game,

for  years

why  worry,

hope  to  god

get  me  high

when  im  buried

knowing  deep  inside  me

only  if  yah  love

come  rush  me  to  the  gates  of  heaven

let  me  picture  for  a  while

how  i  live  for  my  days,  as  a  child

i  wonder  now

how  do  we  outlast,  always  get  cash

stay  strong  if  we  all  mash

hold  your  head

how  do  we  keep  the  music  playing

how  do  we  get  ahead

to  many  young  black  brothers  are  dying

living  fast,  too  fast

these  felonies  be  like  prophecies

begging  me  to  stop

cuz  these  lawyers  getting  money

everytime  they  knock  us

slashing  pockets  lyrically

suckas  fleed  when  they  notice

switched  my  name  to  makaveli

had  the  rap  game  closed

expose  foes,  with  my  hocus  pocus  flows

they  froze

now  suckas  idealize  my  choosen  blows

more  money  mean  litigating

more  playa  hating

got  a  cell  at  the  penn  for  me  waiting

is  this  my  fate

miss  me  with  that  mistermeaner  thinking

me  fall  back

never  that

too  much  tequilla  drinking

we  all  that

make  them  understand  me

hey  ill  stay  all  night  out  with  my  posse

everyone  roll  with  me  is  family

cuz  everybodies  got  me

watch  me  paint  a  perfect  vision

this  life  we  living

got  us  all  meeting  up  in  prison

last  week  i  got  a  letter  from  my  road  dog

written  in  blood

saying,  please  show  a  young  playa  love

hold  your  head

hold  it

how  do  we  keep  the  music  playing

how  do  we  get  ahead

to  many  young  black  brothers  are  dying

living  fast,  too  fast

god  bless  the  child  that  can  hold  is  own

indeed

enemies  bleed  when  i  hold  my  chrome

let  these  words  be  to  last

to  my  unborn  seeds

hope  to  raise  my  young  nation

in  this  world  of  greed

currency  means  nothing  if  you  still  aint  free

money  breeds  jealousy

take  the  game  from  me

i  hope  for  better  days

trouble  comes  naturally

running  from  authorities

till  they  capture  me

and  my  aim  is  to  spread  more  smiles  than  tears

utilalize  lessons  learned  from  my  childhood  years

maybe  mama  had  it  all  right

rest  your  head

straight  converstion  all  night

bless  the  dead

to  the  homies  that  i  usta  have

that  no  longer  roll

catch  a  brother  at  the  crossroads

plus  nobody  knows  my  soul

watching  time  pass

through  the  glass  of  my  drop  top

hold  your  head