Hold on Be strong. I never had much. ran with a bad bunch. little skinny kid sneaking weed in my bag lunch. And off in junior high. we was just getting by. and drive bys robbed my homies of their young lives. I never did cry. even though i had pain in my heart. I was hopeless from the start. They couldn't tell me nothing. they all tried to help to help me. The marijuana had my mind gone it wasn't healthy. I traveled places. caught cases. what a ill year. I felt the pain in the rain. but I'm still here. never did like the police. let the whole world know. now i gets no peace. cause they chasing me down. and facing me now. well do i do these things that a thug goes through?. still i rise. so keep ya head up. and make ya mind strong. Its a struggle every day but you gotta hold on. hold on. be strong. hold on. be strong. when it's on it's on.