Jay Electronica - Somethin To Hold On To lyrics
[Jay Electronica - Somethin To Hold On To lyrics]
As I scratch the last days of the calendar
Niggas roam the streets with
Heavy metal like metallica
Pistols with the silencers
Killin solidiers softly
The crime pays a little but
The consequence is costly
My cousin, I love em we go back in the days
But now he struggle with the monkey
And he trapped in a maze
I still care for him
To tell the truth I'm kinda scared for him
Cause when he conscience he in rare form
But that's the story of his life
Gettin locked up or shot up
Or in somebodys kitchen on the
Block cookin rocks up
I think he lost hope when he
Seen them lock his pops up
Or when he seen his sister baby
Father get his knot bust
My grandmother complain and tell
Him make a change
But her thinkin is outdated she
Can't understand the game
Shyeah, hard time three to
Nine in a jailhouse
Is no different from slavin nine
To five in a warehouse
There's a lot of shit goin on up in my hood
I thank god I'm alive oh and
I'm a knock on wood
Yea he go and walk through
The valley of death
I know the lord got my back with every step
You see nothing here surprises me
I got a whole lotta soldiers
Down to ride with me but lord please
Give me something to hold on to
Something to hold I need something to hold
Yo in projects shit is mad real for the youth
Niggas get I'll for the loot
The more guns ya buss the realer your crew
Cats carry gats concealed in they suit's
Whether cee-loo craps or macks
Gorillas may shoot
When the eyes meet don't steer
Wrong and don't stare long
Cause niggasll kill for that when
They be full of heron
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder
How crews remain standin once the AKs
Thunder under the stun roof tops
Career thugs cook rocks then hit the blocks
To make a killin plus fame
Man they lovin this game
It's mega action the trees
Stay hot like sonars
Shorties with fly hair dos get
Dipped or play the corner
Summer time they shine block parties galore
So many soldiers die they buy
A seperate forty to pour
I knew this kid Larry niggas
Thought he was poor
But he had cream for days ran
A solid scheme with Ks
AKs with the banana clips
Rubber handle grips
The same nigga that got Randal hit
He livin scandelous he used to pop no doz so
He wouldn't be caught sleepin
And he could'nteven walk around the
Block cause he was beefin
I say that to say this
That's ghetto everyday shit
Where slugs miss chipped bricks
Leave scars on chicks
It's kinda trife right now
But that's the life right now
And way back it was a
Half assed trife like now
There's a lot of shit goin on up in my hood
I thank god I'm alive oh and
I'm a knock on wood
Yea he go and walk through
The valley of death
I know the lord got my back with every step
You see nothing here surprises me
I got a whole lotta soldiers
Down to ride with me but lord please
Give me something to hold on to
Something to hold I need something to hold
Peace god what's todays math
To tryin to escape wrath with two left feet
It's kinda hard to walk a straight path
Soldiers layin in gutters from god to greed
My old dad left momdukes and scarred his seed
We all family
But seemingly this cats can't stand me
Haters gunna hate be it a lexus or a camry
Understand me
But do the knowledge first swallow my verse
Which is my universe god obeys no thirst
Fallen angels in the ghetto tradin
In they wings for things
Semiautomatic machines with red beams
Street magicians convertin to crack
And the cream
Sat back saw em turn black zack to a fiend
Hes a teacher
Had a fly daughter named lakeisha
If you hustle have a beeper smoke
Reefer ya can freak her
I seen her givin head inside
The club behind the speaker
Last year she had three
Abortions for the preacher
And one miscarriage for this
Kid they call Harris
He told her that her loved her
And hes moving her to paris she fell for it
Touched her third rail for it (uh)
And next year she woulda been sixteen
Once told me that she wanted to
Go to god get clean so she could be a role
Model for her brother Eugene
Hes a beautiful seed
Eight years and can't read
At night his ashtma so bad he can't breathe
He wants to be an astronaut
And fly to space but his teacher told him
That he just ain't go what it take
So he cried while the other
Kids played at lunch break
What will it take to raise our mindstate
There's a lot of shit goin on up in my hood
I thank god I'm alive oh and
I'm a knock on wood
Yea he go and walk through
The valley of death
I know the lord got my back with every step
You see nothing here surprises me
I got a whole lotta soldiers
Down to ride with me but lord please
Give me something to hold on to
Something to hold I need something to hold
There's a lot of shit goin on up in my hood
I thank god I'm alive oh and
I'm a knock on wood
Yea he go and walk through
The valley of death
I know the lord got my back with every step
You see nothing here surprises me
I got a whole lotta soldiers
Down to ride with me but lord please
Give me something to hold on to
Something to hold I need something to hold
Niggas roam the streets with
Heavy metal like metallica
Pistols with the silencers
Killin solidiers softly
The crime pays a little but
The consequence is costly
My cousin, I love em we go back in the days
But now he struggle with the monkey
And he trapped in a maze
I still care for him
To tell the truth I'm kinda scared for him
Cause when he conscience he in rare form
But that's the story of his life
Gettin locked up or shot up
Or in somebodys kitchen on the
Block cookin rocks up
I think he lost hope when he
Seen them lock his pops up
Or when he seen his sister baby
Father get his knot bust
My grandmother complain and tell
Him make a change
But her thinkin is outdated she
Can't understand the game
Shyeah, hard time three to
Nine in a jailhouse
Is no different from slavin nine
To five in a warehouse
There's a lot of shit goin on up in my hood
I thank god I'm alive oh and
I'm a knock on wood
Yea he go and walk through
The valley of death
I know the lord got my back with every step
You see nothing here surprises me
I got a whole lotta soldiers
Down to ride with me but lord please
Give me something to hold on to
Something to hold I need something to hold
Yo in projects shit is mad real for the youth
Niggas get I'll for the loot
The more guns ya buss the realer your crew
Cats carry gats concealed in they suit's
Whether cee-loo craps or macks
Gorillas may shoot
When the eyes meet don't steer
Wrong and don't stare long
Cause niggasll kill for that when
They be full of heron
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder
How crews remain standin once the AKs
Thunder under the stun roof tops
Career thugs cook rocks then hit the blocks
To make a killin plus fame
Man they lovin this game
It's mega action the trees
Stay hot like sonars
Shorties with fly hair dos get
Dipped or play the corner
Summer time they shine block parties galore
So many soldiers die they buy
A seperate forty to pour
I knew this kid Larry niggas
Thought he was poor
But he had cream for days ran
A solid scheme with Ks
AKs with the banana clips
Rubber handle grips
The same nigga that got Randal hit
He livin scandelous he used to pop no doz so
He wouldn't be caught sleepin
And he could'nteven walk around the
Block cause he was beefin
I say that to say this
That's ghetto everyday shit
Where slugs miss chipped bricks
Leave scars on chicks
It's kinda trife right now
But that's the life right now
And way back it was a
Half assed trife like now
There's a lot of shit goin on up in my hood
I thank god I'm alive oh and
I'm a knock on wood
Yea he go and walk through
The valley of death
I know the lord got my back with every step
You see nothing here surprises me
I got a whole lotta soldiers
Down to ride with me but lord please
Give me something to hold on to
Something to hold I need something to hold
Peace god what's todays math
To tryin to escape wrath with two left feet
It's kinda hard to walk a straight path
Soldiers layin in gutters from god to greed
My old dad left momdukes and scarred his seed
We all family
But seemingly this cats can't stand me
Haters gunna hate be it a lexus or a camry
Understand me
But do the knowledge first swallow my verse
Which is my universe god obeys no thirst
Fallen angels in the ghetto tradin
In they wings for things
Semiautomatic machines with red beams
Street magicians convertin to crack
And the cream
Sat back saw em turn black zack to a fiend
Hes a teacher
Had a fly daughter named lakeisha
If you hustle have a beeper smoke
Reefer ya can freak her
I seen her givin head inside
The club behind the speaker
Last year she had three
Abortions for the preacher
And one miscarriage for this
Kid they call Harris
He told her that her loved her
And hes moving her to paris she fell for it
Touched her third rail for it (uh)
And next year she woulda been sixteen
Once told me that she wanted to
Go to god get clean so she could be a role
Model for her brother Eugene
Hes a beautiful seed
Eight years and can't read
At night his ashtma so bad he can't breathe
He wants to be an astronaut
And fly to space but his teacher told him
That he just ain't go what it take
So he cried while the other
Kids played at lunch break
What will it take to raise our mindstate
There's a lot of shit goin on up in my hood
I thank god I'm alive oh and
I'm a knock on wood
Yea he go and walk through
The valley of death
I know the lord got my back with every step
You see nothing here surprises me
I got a whole lotta soldiers
Down to ride with me but lord please
Give me something to hold on to
Something to hold I need something to hold
There's a lot of shit goin on up in my hood
I thank god I'm alive oh and
I'm a knock on wood
Yea he go and walk through
The valley of death
I know the lord got my back with every step
You see nothing here surprises me
I got a whole lotta soldiers
Down to ride with me but lord please
Give me something to hold on to
Something to hold I need something to hold