Feeling abysmal
Agida from packing a pistol
Frightened at the crisis that’s fiscal
Looking for work
Looking for worth
Perhaps looking for words
Cops looking for work
All of that
Took out of context
Relationship look like a contest
Pleading down, pleading no contest
Not what it seem
Caught in between
Average is mean
Being average is mean
You may be
Feeling abandoned
Dreaming that you lived in a mansion
Wishing that you lived in the Hamptons
Something is strange
Nothing’s at stake
Like God make mistakes
Like God would forsake
Family hugging the asphalt
Maddened at life you ain’t ask for
Kanye got you mad at your Rav4
Waking up hurts
Waking up irks
Cats sleeping on the curb
Waking up’s worse
HOLD YOUR HEAD

HOLD YOUR HEAD

Making adjustments
Dealing with dealers and hustlers
Dealer done dealt an injustice
Losing your way
And hold of the reins
Getting caught in the rain
That ain’t going away
Possibly
Might have been ill due
To someone who told you they feel you
Then became someone who killed you
Wounded your heart
Wounded your art
Wounded your drive
Left you in park
Damaged from growing up too fast
Maybe someone in your crew or camp
Might have ended up in a newscast
Probably a shame
Maybe a grave
Dangers are grave
Life ain’t a game
Taking off isn’t an option
Stories that people concocted
Mixing up different concoctions
Numbing the pain
Numbers to pay
Feeling depraved
Feeling like prey
HOLD YOUR HEAD

HOLD YOUR HEAD

When the going get tough
Tough get tougher
Tough gon suck it up
Tough gon suffer
We can go without lunch
We can go without supper
We can go without AC in the hot summer
We can go without no heat in the cold winter
Because my crew’s not wimps
Crew’s all winners
And my crew’s all thinner
But my crew’s not bitter
And my crew’s not quitting
And my crew’s not kidding
Whole crew not too cool for coupon clipping
And we all gon kick in so we all still kicking
Ain’t no one a little bitch so no one starts bitching
Ain’t nobody gotta pitch because we all gon pitch in
God forbid you find yourself in prison for a bid
Folding even for a minute is forbidden
Put up those mitts
Put up those mittens
You could stand that heat
Don’t get out that kitchen
Know you may be pissed and you may be sickened
Situations get thick
And them plots get thickened
Misters and misses you cannot be chicken
If somebody need chips everybody gotta chip in
Deficits get big but you gotta start chipping
You may stumble or strip but you can’t start tripping
You may really be ticked but the clock keeps ticking
Baby needs milks you might be stripping
DMX fan so you might be slipping
Lot of lost fam so you might be sipping
Lot of white lines that you might be sniffing
Left and right wrists that you thinking about slitting
Time to be served so you thinking about snitching
Lot of loose germs so you might be stricken
Hold your head, one day it’ll be different
HOLD YOUR HEAD

HOLD YOUR HEAD