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Hold on, Be strong

I never had much

ran with a bad bunch

little skinny kid sneaking weed in my bag lunch

And off in junior high

we was just getting by

and drive bys robbed my homies of their young
lives

I never did cry

even though i had pain in my heart

I was hopeless from the start

They couldn't tell me nothing

they all tried to help to help me

The marijuana had my mind gone it wasn't healthy

I traveled places

caught cases

what a ill year

I felt the pain in the rain

but I'm still here

never did like the police

let the whole world know

now i gets no peace

cause they chasing me down

and facing me now

well do i do these things that a thug goes
through?

still i rise

so keep ya head up

and make ya mind strong

Its a struggle every day but you gotta hold on

hold on

be strong

hold on

be strong

when it's on it's on