My homeboys in Clinton And Rikers Island. Mumia Mutulu Sendeko Gerino Pratt. All the political Prisoners. San Quiton. Yeah. One Thug One Thug. . How do we keep the music playing. . One Thug One Thug. . I wake up early in the morning. My state so Military. Suckas Fantasize Pictures of a. Young Brother Buried. Was it me The Weed Or this life I lead. If daytime is for suckas then. Tonight we Bleed. Out for all that. Knowing that this world brings drawbacks. Look how this shit bumps. Once I deliver these war raps. Meet me at the cemetary. Dressed in Black. Tonight we. Follow the dead. And those who won't be back. So if I die. To the same for me. Shed no tears. An Outlaw thug living in this game. for years. Why worry. Hope to god. Get me high. When I'm buried. Knowing deep inside me. Only if yah love. Come rush me to the gates of heaven. Let me picture for a while. How I live for my days as a child. I wonder now. How do we outlast always get cash. Stay strong if we all mash. Hold Your head. . Chorus. . How do we keep the music playing. How do we get ahead. To many young black brothers are dying. Living Fast too fast. . These felonies be like prophecies. Begging me to stop. Cuz These lawyers getting money. Everytime they knock us. Slashing pockets lyrically. Suckas fleed when they notice. Switched my name to Makaveli. Had the rap game closed. Expose foes with my hocus pocus flows. They froze. Now suckas idealize my choosen Blows. More money mean litigating. More Playa hating. Got a cell at the penn for me waiting. Is this my fate. Miss me with that mistermeaner thinking. Me fall back. Never That. Too much Tequilla drinking. We all that. Make them understand me. Hey I'll stay all night out with my Posse. Everyone roll with me is family. Cuz everybodies got me. Watch me paint a perfect vision. This life we living. 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. Hold it. . Chorus. . How do we keep the music playing. How do we get ahead. To many young black brothers are dying. Living Fast too fast. . God bless the child that can hold is own. Indeed. Enemies Bleed when I hold my chrome. Let these words be to last. to my unborn seeds. Hope to raise my young nation. In this world of greed. Currency means nothing if you still ain't free. Money breeds jealousy. Take the game from me. I hope for better days. Trouble comes naturally. Running from authorities. Till they capture me. And my AIM is to spread more smiles than tears. Utilalize lessons learned from my childhood years. Maybe Mama had it all right. Rest your head. Straight converstion all night. Bless the dead. To the homies that I usta have. That no longer roll. Catch a brother at the crossroads. Plus nobody knows my soul. Watching time pass. Through the glass of my drop top. Hold your head. . Chorus. .