| I can’t hold on, I can’t hold on
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| But I just hold on, I just hold on
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| Lord why’s everybody’s puzzle missing pieces
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| Struggling, grinding, greaseless
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| No rhyme or reason in sight
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| I’m seeing the pain off in their eyes
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| I’m seeing that often we lie, lost in our cries
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| I’m seeing impatient parents
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| Blaming unsuspecting children
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| I’m seeing inpatients critical
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| Streets are dead from the killings
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| I’m like damn, blocks hot, not from the ozone
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| Through camera’s cops watch these lil boys hold chrome
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| Stuck, teenagers, foxes and pups
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| On blocks rocks in they chucks, choppers watching above
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| They need love, not snug cuffs, federally fucked
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| Tis all an orchestration Hans Zimmer couldn’t conduct
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| But whattawedo, most problems dun been discussed
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| But we talk about actions on the backend, and hush
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| I guess most of y’all must listen to Rush
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| Long as you all good, then everybody under you flushed
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| Everytime I try and help myself
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| Reaching out and finding no one else
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| I can’t hold on ««Felt like it rained 'til the roof caved in»
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| So anytime you feel your soul’s in need
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| Realize you can depend on me
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| And let’s just hold on «screamin' Jesus save me»
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| We slipping far under the ghoul yard
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| In grim tombs we some dim stars, batteries full barred
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| At birth, but it’s hard to stay charged on earth
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| Cause world wide like girth, the wise are in dirt
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| Grandmama’s used to bus us to church
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| Humming Hymns
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| Stretch out a fat meal on the table from something slim
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| Now we starving, faith on the back of a carton
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| To find it, follow tracks down arms
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| And boulevards in the south, park
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| Watch as mouth art paints audio visuals
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| Call it rythmical miracles
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| And parts what your eyes red see
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| Throwing change ups in your medley through headpiece
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| Still Judge, but dont Dredd each day, instead feast
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| Life’s an unfed beast that eats bread and meat
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| That’s either your cash or your corpse
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| So I just pray that the Lord helps me last through these wars
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| Ya know?
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| Everytime I try and help myself
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| Reaching out and finding no one else
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| I can’t hold on ««Felt like it rained 'til the roof caved in»
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| So anytime you feel your soul’s in need
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| Realize you can depend on me
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| And let’s just hold on «screamin' Jesus save me» |