Keep Holding On ? Slum Village
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Detroit Deli (A Taste Of Detroit)
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Wuttup tho?
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Feelin¡¯ a little under the weather today.
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But had some stuff to get off my chest ya know?
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Now wut im ¡®bout to say to y¡¯all
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I ain¡¯t never said to the general public.
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But y¡¯all gotta hear me yo.
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Feel me.
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Verse 1:
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I know I might
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Sound like a got a cold and im speaking
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But im cold and im sneezing
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But im grown and breathin.
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Hear the tone in my speaking
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And it¡¯s home where he¡¯s preaching.
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Both of my parents gone for a reason
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Daddy¡¯s wrong just for leavin¡¯
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Mother moved on and im breathing.
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(?) spirits above the stones and the deamons
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she belongs in a teaching
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where there¡¯s a throne and a kingdom
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and deep inside my bones im believing
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that the poems that im reading is the songs to my freedom.
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Lik-e-ly known as deceiving
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What im shown it ain¡¯t pleasing
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Make me wanna throw stones at a deacon
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And it home when he preaching
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See that¡¯s satan makin my heart cold as a breeze
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¡®Till it¡¯s colder from freezing.
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Gotta get right
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I might not make it over this evening
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¡®cuz your time here is shorter than breath
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gone from wheezing.
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And heard my nigga tone he was bleedin¡¯
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Through his clothes
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It was leaking from some chrome that was squeezing
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Now when im all alone
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I be thinking im against all odds
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Hoping that god will show me the evens
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But im sick of being poor through the seasons
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Smoke a drole through the drinkin with 2 hoes through the weekend
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Bout to go to my seed and¡¦
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Chorus:
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Life can sometimes be so hard to bear
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When u feel that theirs no one who cares
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There are times u feel all hope is gone
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Don¡¯t loose faith and just keep holding on and on and on
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Keep holding on and on and on and on and on
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Verse 2:
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But sometimes I feel alone in these streets
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It gets cold in these streets
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My heart and soul on these streets
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I lost my moms
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So I hold to a piece
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Of a place, state and time
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Where we both in the grind
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And what¡¯s love to a fatherless son?
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Although he had love for his son
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(Pensions?) were none to seldom
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I would sit on the porch ¡®till the mail come
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And when it came
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There never was a letter with my name
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My moms was there for me
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She held it down ¡®cause she cared for me
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She never left
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Even in her last breathe when she sat next to death
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She was always at her best never stressed
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That¡¯s why¡¦
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Chorus
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You gotta keep holdin¡¯ on
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You gotta keep keep holdin¡¯ on
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Keep holdin on just
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Keep holdin¡¯ on
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Keep holdin¡¯ on¡¦
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Chorus
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Fades out
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Keep Holding On
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Slum Village |