Black People, Puerto Rico,
Asians and Latino, gotta gotta
This is a Nicole Briggs
Hang on to the feeling that I had
When my light was shine bright
And I really knew
my path was clearly laid out
My fears have laid out
In a way I wasn't happy
like I was afraid of rapping
Now we tapping to a whole new entity
Music Ministry
While it seems they ain't
controlling the industry
Hang on
They telling me things
I don't really wanna hear
I'm losing my grip as
I'm standing on the edge
The deep breath before the plunge
I'm trying to make the jump
but below there's no net
Look my no hands in the age of 13,
baby boy turn old man
Piano player got his own band,
now I'm rockin' shows,
makin' stone cold grooves
Gotta get a job, gotta read, gotta write,
gotta show, gotta prove
You gotta hang on, hang on,
hang on, hang on
Hang on to the lessons that I learned
Good or bad,
now the hood ain't really even bad
But we mad with our ad libs,
tryna pack loot like a loot pack
Like a wild child, I was a younger lad
Had my dad sayin' oh no
So we switched it up like Quasimodo Duck in front of Popo,
now I self -control
We exercise, no need for exorcisms
Religion's televised,
we gotta hang on
Hang on, hang on, hang on,
hang on, hang on, uh
Hang on is what we tellin' guys
Convicted felons who ain't jellin'
with they wives
Let's keep my spirit strong,
begin to live long
Giving you a plan as I'm a man
livin' through my song
Hang on
Caught between a dream and a job
On a scheme, on a rob,
holding on by a thread
My ends don't meet,
I can't butter my bread
But shorty needs school supplies
I'm trying to utilize my opportunity
Can I do it musically?
Usually the answer would be yes
But I feel my motivation
falling victim to distress
Gotta hang on
Hang on to ideas, create an economics
with all of our peers
As we shop, rotate the dollar
to the store around the way
Where you don't see a target,
now they call it Tar -J
What the laws say?
I really don't care
Bet the laws of the land
start blowin' weed in the air
Some proceed to pay it fair,
indeed it ain't fair
When the Parliament of Revenue
rootin' everywhere
Hang on, hang on, hang on,
hang on, hang on, hang
Just another color -coded
complex scheme
Accommodated with text
from an illustrated dream
Maybe it could be real,
like something we can believe in
Something worth us achieving,
liberation and freedom
The people are ready for social change
for the powers that be,
attempt to limit the vocal range, hang on
And hang on to your seat,
hang on
while you're driving around in the street
Hang on to the steering wheel
of your jeep
when the beat is so banging
that our people gon' tweet,
we gotta hang on
You