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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
Fades out

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Keep Holding On
Slum Village

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