Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hold Your Head , by - Homeboy Sandman. Song from the album Chimera, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 09.04.2012
Record label: Stones Throw
Song language: English
Hold Your Head |
| Agita from packin' a pistol |
| It’s frightening that the crisis is fiscal |
| Perhaps lookin' for words |
| Cops lookin' for work |
| All of that, took outta context |
| Relationship, look like a contest |
| Pleading down, pleading no contest |
| Average is mean |
| You may be feeling abandoned |
| Dreamin' that you lived in a mansion |
| Wishin' that you lived in the |
| Hamptons |
| Life, I’ve made mistakes |
| Like, God would forsake |
| Family, huggin' the asphalt |
| Mad at that, life you ain’t ask for |
| Kanye got you mad at your Rav4 |
| Cats sleepin' on the curb |
| Dealing with dealers and hustlers |
| Dilla done dealt an injustice |
| In hold of the reigns |
| Get caught in the rain |
| Possibly, might have been ill dude |
| To someone who, told you they feel you |
| Then became someone who killed you |
| Damage from growin' up too fast |
| Maybe, someone in your crew or camp |
| Might have ended up in the newscast |
| Takin' off isn’t an option |
| Stories that people concocted |
| Mixin' up different concoctions |
| When the going get tough, the tough get tougher |
| The tough gon' suck it up, suf 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 |
| Cause my crew’s not wimps, my crew’s all winners |
| And my crew’s all thinner, but my crew’s not bitter |
| My crew’s not quittin' and my crew’s not kiddin' |
| Whole crew not too cool for coupon clippin' |
| And we all gon' kick it so we all still kickin' it |
| We want a little bit so no one starts bitchin' |
| Ain’t nobody gotta pitch cause we all gon' pitch in |
| God forbid you find yourself in prison |
| For a bid, for a nick, for a minute, it’s forbidden |
| Put up those mits, put up those mittens |
| You can stand that heat don’t get out that kitchen |
| And you may be pissed and you may be sickish |
| Situations get thick and the pots get big |
| And misters and missus you can not be chicken |
| If somebody need chips everybody got to pitch in |
| Situations get big but you gotta start chippin' |
| And you stumble or trip but you can’t start trippin' |
| You may really be sick but the clock keeps tickin' |
| Baby need milk so you might start strippin' |
| ?, so you might be slippin' |
| Probably lost fam so you might be sippin' |
| Lotta white lines so you might be sniffin' |
| Left and right wrist that you think 'bout slittin' |
| Time to resurf so you think about snitchin' |
| Lot of loose germs so you might be stricken |
| Hold your head, one day it’ll be different |