2pac – Hold Ya Head

2pac

“Was it me? The Weed? Or this life I lead? If daytime is for suckas, then tonight we breathe. We’re out for all that, knowing this world has its drawbacks. Look how they shiver once I deliver these war raps. Meet me at the cemetery dressed in black. Tonight, we honor the dead, those who won’t be back. So if I die, do the same for me. Shed no tears. I’m an Outlaw, a thug living in this game for years. Why worry? I hope to God they get me high when I’m buried. Deep inside, I know only a few truly love me. Don’t rush me through the gates of heaven. Let me reflect on how I lived from my days as a child. I wonder now, how do we outlast, always getting cash? Stay strong if we all mash. Hold your head. How do we keep the music playing? (You got to hold your head.) How do we get ahead? (Hold your head.) Too many young black brothas are dying. (You got to hold your head.) Living fast, too fast.

These felonies be like prophecies begging me to stop. ‘Cause these lawyers are getting money every time they knock us. I snatch their pockets lyrically, suckas flee when they notice. I switched my name to ******, had the rap game closed. Expose foes with my hocus pocus flows, they froze. Now suckas idolize my chosen blows. And more money means more litigating, more playa hating. There’s a cell at the Penn waiting for me. Is this my fate? Miss me with that misdemeanor thinking. We fall back, never had too much Tequila drinking. We all that. Make them understand me, don’t lie and say my posse. Everyone rolling with me is family, ’cause everybody’s got me. Watch me paint a perfect vision of this life we’re living. It’s got us all meeting up in prison. Last week, I got a letter from my road dog, written in blood, saying, “Please show a young playa love.” Hold your head.”

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