2Pac - Be Strong (Hold On) lyrics
[2Pac - Be Strong Hold On lyrics]
Hold on yeah, it's gonna be alright
Don't trip, baby it'll get better
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-bys 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
Thе marijuana had my mind gone
It wasn't healthy
I travelеd 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
Hold on, be strong! Hold on, be strong!
Hold on, be strong! When it's on, it's on
Hold on, be strong! Hold on, be strong!
Hold on, be strong! When it's on, it's 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! Hold on, be strong!
Hold on, be strong! When it's on, it's on
Hold on, be strong! Hold on, be strong!
Hold on, be strong! When it's on, it's on
Hold on, be strong! Hold on, be strong!
Hold on, be strong! When it's on, it's on
Don't trip, baby it'll get better
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-bys 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
Thе marijuana had my mind gone
It wasn't healthy
I travelеd 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
Hold on, be strong! Hold on, be strong!
Hold on, be strong! When it's on, it's on
Hold on, be strong! Hold on, be strong!
Hold on, be strong! When it's on, it's 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! Hold on, be strong!
Hold on, be strong! When it's on, it's on
Hold on, be strong! Hold on, be strong!
Hold on, be strong! When it's on, it's on
Hold on, be strong! Hold on, be strong!
Hold on, be strong! When it's on, it's on