Thug holiday, go ahead you can cry its alright baby
Everything gone be gravy later, thats right
This the time when we take time to remember
All the loved ones we lost in the struggle you know
I dedicate this to my brother Hollywood, Toby, Bam
My dog Itchy and Lil Trav, I dedicate this to the struggle
Everybody in the county jail, state penn, check it out
If it wasnt for bad luck, hell I guess that a nigga wouldnt have none
But when I think about it, what would I be without my gun
How could I, get away from the po-pos, if a, nigga couldnt run
And why was I given a daughter when I always prayed for a son
Life is crazy aint it, sometimes I even think the same thing
Ive been waiting on freedom to ring hell but aint a thang changed
And I lost my brother in the struggle, and then he lost his mother
And I was thinking if I lose mine, whos gone raise my brother
Not to be a thug, stay in school, dont use drugs
Wholl teach him right from wrong and show them boys, true love
So I pray for the better days, face the bomb had a run-a-ways
And, I put my guns away and I pray for peace on Sundays, its crazy aint it
Just like the soldiers, that aint coming home this year
Just like the fellas, in prison, we miss you so much for real
What about the children, who ran away, that aint coming home today
Well heres a message from coast to coast
Cause when them thugs really need it the most a thug holiday
Just like em, just like em, just like em, a thug holiday -
Here go one for, all these killings and all these conflicts in religion
See the Muslims, Jews and Christians but know they are all Gods children
Theres only, one him, plus aint none of yall confronting him
So blind in our own minds we wouldnt even know God if we was in front him
And, I read your books know all your remixes to the Bible
What about a verse for the thugs, a cure for drugs and survival
Lets add some chapters nameed Martin, Malcolm and Farrakhan
In all my history books, only one died was the Americans
And, thats point of my, whos responsible for Vietnam
And, hold on theres more, we had two World Wars
And, how come the judges make more than the teachers is making
When they the ones raising all the taxes and got us fighting for education
Life is crazy aint it
So many tears, through out the years
Somebody tell me whats going on
And so many lives, but only God knows
About the pain deep inside
It gets so hard, you got to keep your head up
I know youre fed up, but stay strong
Heres a message from coast to coast
Cause when them thugs really need it the most, thug holiday
Just like em, just like em, just like em, a thug holiday -
This is for my people in the ghetto
Im calling out, calling out
To all my thugs in the ghetto
Calling out, calling out
It gets hard sometimes, but you
Got to keep your head up, and be strong
Heres a message from coast to coast
Cause when them thugs really need it the most, a thug holiday
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