Appreciation (Remix)

(feat. Cashmere the Pro)

[Chorus]

Hold on, cause you'll never miss your own

Until that water's gone, it's wrong, it's wrong, so hold on

Hold on, cause you'll never miss your own

Until that water's gone, it's wrong, be strong and hold on

[Cashmere the Pro]:

It was morning she was brisk with her words

He apologized but all she was thinking was this is absurd

She understood he had to work but it was hittin a nerve

She hated his out of town trips, and this was the third

One in two weeks, he ain't wantin to beef

Explainin' hes the one the job picks when they need someone to speak

Hope to make up for lost time, but she's PO'ed

And somethin bout this morning's coffee seems eerily cold

"What about your family?" she repeats the exclamation

You seem to up and leave for work without the slightest hesitation

Aggravation... floatin waves, why you rockin the boat?

Baby, this is my job, what you think I'm not gonna go?

All she thought about was the weekends, and opted to blow

Felt her caution in the wind when she started to throw

Cups to the floor

She wantin to war cus she misses her home

Didn't want the wave of loneliness she gets when he gone

But she insists to be on blast but not burstin with light

It gets heavy as she yells "Who comes first in your life?"

He don't wanna be hurtin his wife

But he got a flight to catch so for now he's desertin the fight

Goes for his goodbye kiss, she turns, He takes a cold cheek while she yearns

Hates his job but loves him cus he's so sweet

But she wants him to have a night of dwellin without a goodbye

As he drives off to make Flight 11"

[Chorus]

Hold on, cause you'll never miss your own

Until that water's gone, it's wrong, it's wrong, so hold on

Hold on, cause you'll never miss your own

Until that water's gone, it's wrong, be strong and hold on

[Deacon the Villain]

It was hard times following the death of father and mother

He felt disconnect now, though is guardian was his brother

Whom he envied, cause he always seemed to be the favored sibling

The one people always assumed would create a greater living

He despised it, sick of his brother's shadow

Felt like a jester wanting to be king of his own castle

Moved from Brick City to where girls got fixed titties

Hollywood, cause there that shit's pretty

Big brother would write, call, and email

Tryin to make light of the situation, askin to be sent seashells

Little brother was strugglin, in and out about three jails

Tried to stand on his own two but he fell

Called his older brother one day, cryin' apologizing

It was a Monday, said he was sick of dramatizin

And that his Hydai, had came to the end of it's road

His money was froze, too broke to launder his clothes

Old bro was understanding though, expressing sorrow

Said he would hit the first flight out tomorrow

That they'd get a rental and pack up a carload

They'd bond on the drive back, and he'd cover the barcodes

Cause tomorrow, family ties would no longer be severed

Remaining bloodlines would be back together

Tuesday morning at Newark airport it beautiful weather

9/11 will be a day that they'll remember forever