Artist: Makaveli Album: The 7 Day Theory Song: Hold Ya Head [Intro - Makaveli] 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 [Verse 1 - Makaveli] I wake up early in the mornin, 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 knowin that this world bring 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, those who won't be back So if I die do the same for me, shed no tears An Outlaw, thug livin in this game for years Why worry, hope to god get me high when I'm burried Knowing deep inside me only a few love me 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 Too many young black brothers are dying Living Fast, too fast [Verse 2 - Makaveli] These felonies be like prophecies, beggin me to stop Cuz these lawyers gettin money everytime they knock us Slashin 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 And mo' money mean litigatin, mo' playa hatin Got a cell at the penn for me waitin, is this my fate? Miss me with that mistermeaner thinkin, me fall back Never that too much tequilla drinkin, we all that Make them understand me, hey I'll stay all night out with my posse Everyone with me is family cuz everybodie's got me Watch me paint a perfect vision this life we livin Got us all meetin up in Prison Last week I got a letter from my road dog Written in Blood Sayin "Please show a young playa love" Hold your head, hold it! [Chorus] How do we keep the music playin How do we get ahead Too many young black brothers are dyin Living Fast, too fast [Verse 3 - Makaveli] 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 nothin if you still ain't free Money breeds jealousy, take the game from me I hope for better days, trouble comes naturally Runnin 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 Watchin time pass through the glass of my drop top Hold your head [Chorus] How do we keep the music playin How do we get ahead Too many young black brothers are dyin Living Fast, too fast