Keep Holding On – Slum Village

Detroit Deli (A Taste Of Detroit)



Wuttup tho?

Feelin' a little under the weather today.

But had some stuff to get off my chest ya know?

Now wut im ‘bout to say to y'all

I ain't never said to the general public.

But y'all gotta hear me yo.

Feel me.



Verse 1:

I know I might

Sound like a got a cold and im speaking

But im cold and im sneezing

But im grown and breathin.

Hear the tone in my speaking

And it's home where he's preaching.

Both of my parents gone for a reason

Daddy's wrong just for leavin'

Mother moved on and im breathing.

(?) spirits above the stones and the deamons

she belongs in a teaching

where there's a throne and a kingdom

and deep inside my bones im believing

that the poems that im reading is the songs to my freedom.

Lik-e-ly known as deceiving

What im shown it ain't pleasing

Make me wanna throw stones at a deacon

And it home when he preaching

See that's satan makin my heart cold as a breeze

‘Till it's colder from freezing.

Gotta get right

I might not make it over this evening

‘cuz your time here is shorter than breath

gone from wheezing.

And heard my nigga tone he was bleedin'

Through his clothes

It was leaking from some chrome that was squeezing

Now when im all alone

I be thinking im against all odds

Hoping that god will show me the evens

But im sick of being poor through the seasons

Smoke a drole through the drinkin with 2 hoes through the weekend

Bout to go to my seed and…



Chorus:

Life can sometimes be so hard to bear

When u feel that theirs no one who cares

There are times u feel all hope is gone

Don't loose faith and just keep holding on and on and on

Keep holding on and on and on and on and on



Verse 2:

But sometimes I feel alone in these streets

It gets cold in these streets

My heart and soul on these streets

I lost my moms

So I hold to a piece

Of a place, state and time

Where we both in the grind

And what's love to a fatherless son?

Although he had love for his son

(Pensions?) were none to seldom

I would sit on the porch ‘till the mail come

And when it came

There never was a letter with my name

My moms was there for me

She held it down ‘cause she cared for me

She never left

Even in her last breathe when she sat next to death

She was always at her best never stressed

That's why…



Chorus



You gotta keep holdin' on

You gotta keep keep holdin' on

Keep holdin on just

Keep holdin' on

Keep holdin' on…



Chorus 

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