Hold Your Head - Homeboy Sandman

Agita from packin' a pistol

It’s frightening that the crisis is fiscal

Perhaps lookin' for words

Cops lookin' for work

All of that, took outta context

Relationship, look like a contest

Pleading down, pleading no contest

Average is mean

You may be feeling abandoned

Dreamin' that you lived in a mansion

Wishin' that you lived in the

Hamptons

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

Cats sleepin' on the curb

Dealing with dealers and hustlers

Dilla done dealt an injustice

In hold of the reigns

Get caught in the rain

Possibly, might have been ill dude

To someone who, told you they feel you

Then became someone who killed you

Damage from growin' up too fast

Maybe, someone in your crew or camp

Might have ended up in the newscast

Takin' off isn’t an option

Stories that people concocted

Mixin' up different concoctions

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