Thug holiday, go ahead you can cry it's alright baby
Everything gone be gravy later, that's right
This is the time when we take time to remember
All the loved ones we lost in the struggle you know
I dedicate this to my brother Hollywood, Lil Toby, Bam
My dog Itchy and Lil Trav, I dedicate this to the struggle
Everybody in the county jail, state penn, and fed... check it out
Verse 1:
If weren't for bad luck, hell I guess that nigga wouldn't have none
But when I think about it, where would I be without my gun
How could I, get away from the po-pos if, a nigga could run
And why was I, given a daughter when I always prayed for a son
Life is crazy aint it, sometimes I even think da same thing
I been waiting on freedom to ring, hell, but aint a thang changed
And I lost my brotha in the struggle, Tata Head done lose his mother
And I'm thinking if I lose mine who gone raise my brothas
Not to be a thug, stay in school, don't use drugs
Who'll teach them right from, show dem boys, true love
So I pray for betta days, face da bombs and da run-a-ways
And I, put my guns away and I pray for peace on Sundays
It's crazy aint it
Chorus:
Just like the soldiers, that aint coming home this year
Just like the fellas in prison, we miss you so much for real
What about the children who ran away, that aint comin home today
Well here's a message from coast to coast
Cause when them thugs really need it the most, a thug holiday
Jus like,(Jus like em) jus like,(Jus like em) jus like,(Jus like em) a thug holiday
Jus like,(Jus like em) jus like,(Jus like em) jus like,(Jus like em) a thug holiday
Verse 2:
If it wasn't for, all these killings, all these conflicts in religions
Muslims, Jews, and Christians would know that they are all God's children
And there's only, one Him, plus aint none of yall in front of Him
We so blind in our own mind we wouldn't even know God if we confronted Him
And I, read yo books, konw all yo remixes to the Bible
What about a, verse for thugs, cureable drugs, and survival
Let's add some chapters, name 'em Martin, Malcolm and Farrakhan
In all my history books, only one died was the Americans
And let's point 'em out, who's responsible for Vietnam (you, you, you)
And hold on, there's more, we had two World Wars(Oh lord)
And, how come judges make more than the teachers is making
When they the one raising all the taxes and got us fighting for education
Life is crazy aint it?
Verse: So many tears throughout the years
Somebody tell me what's going on
And so many lies
But only God knows, bout the pain deep inside
It gets so hard
Ya gotta keep ya head up, I know ya feed up
But stay strong
Here's a message from coast to coast
Cause when them thugs really need it the most
A thug holiday
Jus like,(Jus like em) jus like,(Jus like em) jus like a thug holiday
Jus like,(Jus like em) jus like,(Jus like em) jus like,(Jus like em)
This is for my people in the ghetto (ghetto)
I'm callin out
I'm callin out
To all my thugs in the ghetto (callin out)
Cause it gets hard sometimes
Buy ya gotta keep ya head up, and be strong
Here's a message from coast to coast
Cause when them thugs really need it the most
A thug holiday, thug holiday
Cause we need it, gotta have it
Cause it gets hard here in these streets
You know what I mean
In the ghetto
I'm callin out too all my thugs in the ghetto (ghetto)
This song is dedicated to the ghetto (ghetto)
A message from coast to coast, when them thugs really need it the most
A thug hoilday, I said thug holiday, thug hoilday
We need it, we need it