Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hold On Be Strong, artist - 2Pac.
Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hold On Be Strong |
Hold on… *lighter flicks up* |
Yeah, it’s gonna be alright |
Don’t trip, baby *inhales* |
It’ll get better… *coughing* |
Aye, do this thug style, man, thug style |
When this whole beat drop |
We just gon' run it to 'em |
Bet, it’s all good, uhh |
I never had much, ran with a bad bunch |
Little skinny kid sneakin' weed in my bag lunch |
And all through Junior High, we was just gettin' by |
And drive-by's robbed my homies of their young lives |
I never did cry, and even though I had pain in my heart |
I was hopeless from the start |
They couldn’t tell me nothin', they all tried 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 and the rain, but I’m still here |
Never did like the police |
Let the whole world know, now I gets no peace |
‘Cause they chasin' me down |
And facin' me now, what do I do? |
These things that a thug goes through |
And still I rise, so keep your head up |
And make your mind strong |
It’s a struggle every day, but you gotta hold on |
Hold on, be strong! |
Hold on, be strong! |
Hold on, be strong! |
When it’s on, it’s on |
There’s never a good day, ‘cause in my hood they |
Let they AK’s pump strays where the kids play |
And every Halloween, check out the murder scene |
Can’t help but duplicate the violence seen on the screen |
My homies dyin' before they get to see they birthdays |
These is the worst days, sometimes it hurts to pray |
And even God turned his back on the ghetto youth |
I know that ain’t the truth, sometimes I look for proof |
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto, and if it does |
Does it matter if you Blood or you Cuz? |
Remember how it was? |
The picnics and the parties in the projects |
Small time drinkin', gettin' high with them armies |
Just another knucklehead kid from the gutter |
I’m dealin' with the madness, raised by a single mother |
I’m tryin' to tell you when it’s on |
You gotta keep your head to the sky |
And be strong, most of all, hold on |
Hold on, be strong! |
Hold on, be strong! |
Hold on, be strong! |
When it’s on, it’s on |
(Hold on, be strong *repeats in background*) |
I know them ain’t tears comin' down your face |
Wipe your eyes |
In this world, only the strong survive, you know? |
Hehe, I know it’s hard out there |
Welfare, AIDS, earthquakes, muggings, car-jackings |
Yeah, we got problems |
But believe me when I tell you things always get better |
God don’t like ugly, and God don’t like no quitters |
You know what Billie Holiday said? |
Bay-bee, God bless the child that can hold his own |
You know? |
You got to stand strong |
And when these bustas try to knock you out your place |
You stand there to they face |
Tell 'em «Hold on!», and be strong |
The game don’t stop, huh |
This here is black, man |
If you don’t never learn nothin', learn one thing |
It don’t stop, 'til the casket drop |
Thug for life… feel me? |
All my homeboys and my homegirls, stay strong |
When things get bad |
Especially come the first and the fifteenth |
Stay strong, and stay ballin', hold on |
I’ll catch y’all at the next life, we in traffic |