Hold Your Head

[Verse One]: Feelin' abysmal Agita from packin' a pistol It's frightening that the crisis is fiscal Lookin' for work Lookin' for worth Perhaps lookin' for words Cops lookin' for work All of that, took outta context Relationship, look like a contest Pleading down, pleading no contest Not what it seem Caught in between Average is mean Being average is me You may be feeling abandoned Dreamin' that you lived in a mansion Wishin' that you lived in the Hamptons Something is strange Nothing's at stake 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 Wakin' up hurts Wakin' up irks Cats sleepin' on the curb Wakin' ups worse [Hook]: Hold your head [Verse Two]: Making adjustments Dealing with dealers and hustlers Dilla done dealt an injustice Losing your way In hold of the reigns Get caught in the rain It ain't goin' away Possibly, might have been ill dude 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 Damage from growin' up too fast Maybe, someone in your crew or camp Might have ended up in the newscast Probably a shamed Maybe a grave Dangers are grave Life ain't a game Takin' off isn't an option Stories that people concocted Mixin' up different concoctions Numbin' the pain Numbers to pay Feelin' depraved Feelin' like prey [Hook]: Hold your head [Verse Three]: 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 [Hook]: Hold your head