Thug Holiday

Thug holiday, go ahead you can cry its alright baby

Everything gone be gravy later, that's right

This is 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, Lil Toby, Bam

My dog Itchy and Lil Trav, I dedicate this to the struggle

Everybody in the county jail, state penn, and fed... check it out

Verse 1:

If weren't for bad luck, hell I guess that nigga wouldn't have none

But when I think about it, where would I be without my gun

How could I, get away from the po-pos if, a nigga could run

And why was I, given a daughter when I always prayed for a son

Life is crazy aint it, sometimes I even think da same thang

I been waitin on freedom to ring, hell, but aint a thang changed

And I lost my brotha in the struggle, Tata Head done lose his mother

And I'm thinking if I lose mine who gone raise my brothas

Not to be a thug, stay in school, don't use drugs

Who'll teach them right from, show dem boys, true love

So I pray for betta days, face da bombs and da run-a-ways

And I, put my guns away and I pray for peace on Sundays

It's crazy aint it

Chorus:

Just like the soldiers, that aint comin home this year

Just like the fellas in prison, we miss you so much fa real

What about the children who ran away, that aint comin home today

Well here's a message from coast to coast

Cause when them thugs really need it the most, a thug holiday

Jus like,(Jus like em) jus like,(Jus like em) jus like,(Jus like em) a thug holiday

Jus like,(Jus like em) jus like,(Jus like em) jus like,(Jus like em) a thug holiday

Verse 2:

If it wasn't for, all these killings, all these conflicts in religions

Muslims, Jews, and Christians would know that they are all God's children

And there's only, one Him, plus aint none of yall confronted Him

We so blind in our own mind we wouldn't even know God if we confronted Him

And I, read yo books, konw all yo remixes to the Bible

What about a, verse for thugs, cureable drugs, and survival

Let's add some chapters, name 'em Martin, Malcolm and Farrakhan

In all my history books, only one died was the Amerikans

And let's point 'em out, who's responsible for Vietnam (you, you, you)

And hold on, there's more, we had 2 World Wars

And, how come judges make more than the teachers is making

When they the one raising all the taxes and got us fighting for education

Life is crazy aint it

Chorus:

So many tears throughout the years

Somebody tell me what's goin on

And so many lies

But only God knows, bout the pain in peoples eyes

It gets so hard

Ya gotta keep ya head up, I know ya feed up

But stay strong

Here's a message from coast to coast

Cause when them thugs really need it the most

A thug holiday

Jus like,(Jus like em) jus like,(Jus like em) jus like a thug holiday

Jus like,(Jus like em) jus like,(Jus like em) jus like,(Jus like em)

This is for my people in the ghetto (ghetto)

I'm callin out

I'm callin out

To all my thugs in the ghetto (callin out)

Cause it gets hard sometimes

Buy ya gotta keep ya head up, and be strong

Here's a message from coast to coast

Cause when them thugs really need it the most

A thug holiday, thug holiday

Cause we need it, gotta have it

Cause it gets hard here in these streets

You know what I mean

In the ghetto

I'm callin out too all my thugs in the ghetto (ghetto)

This song is dedicated to the ghetto (ghetto)

A message from coast to coast, when them thugs really need it the most

A thug hoilday, I said thug holiday, thug hoilday

We need it, we need it