Hang On

[Hook] Hang, you've got to hang on Baby, baby, on [Verse 1] So you know, dudes complain about distribution The game and the radio stations looping the same stupidness But maybe they ain't playin' too much music on MuchMusic Cause there ain't much music out here with much to it When the music plays, we ain't saying too much through it We just add to the ads, we just do it Then get mad when they don't add us Now they love Louis C.K And David Chapelle cause the truth is Comedians speaking more truth than we in music Like we traded mediums, now we the ones that act foolish Plus we need to laugh cause peep the stats, see the facts That murder in Ferguson ain't even half So it's either laugh or we crying And if it's that, then we dying So we quiet now, ain't a lot of rappers really trying We goin' out without as much as a sound Rest in peace MuchMusic Rest in peace Mike Brown This is right now My man said he can't pipe down They're putting pipelines right through the grounds in his town I'm waking up too with too much music to write down That's what we fight now We fight pride, we fight doubt, lights out I tell 'em listen, this system takin' my hope away? That's like me not comin' up with something dope to say It only motivates, I'm so awake I'm dreaming of teaming up more mentors and protégés To go and play on this field shoulder-to-shoulder blade Steel-like composure, flow's real like a roll of tape How the young boy make it feel like the golden age But still so forward, this warrior's like Golden State Over-standing like Golden Gate These gold bars worth more than some gold record or golden chain Take that momentum, don't let it go to waste Feel that faith growin' everyday Stay strong, hang on [Hook] [Verse 2] Feel me, yeah One time for my heroes on the frontlines Saving young lives on the daily, still driving Hyundais Up at sunrise, see the sun shine And when you come undone try to just hang on a hot minute Hang on, I'm not finished, stop, listen The Old Prince story, the plot thickens Hang on, I saw a vision then lost it and caught a glimpse again Saw it off in your distance, I'm walkin' out on a mission The picture's always slippin' This talking is how I hang on Hands on, keep grippin' to it and stand strong But that resistance, that commitment in a dance song For all the children that the banks didn't bank on For all the sistren that sick of no understanding Played slow pitch but won't hit if they underhanded Once abandoned but know what a loving man is And that trust ain't too much to demand from a companion Hang on, I'm Russell Brand entwined with Hustle Man I'm from London, from the motherland, from another planet From the underground rubble, I've risen up from Atlantis Now I'm spitting for the humble in the struggle Hang on, I'm gone [Hook]