[Sample]
Well I keep holdin' on to yesterday
[Verse 1: Buckshot]
Holdin' it down for the good and bad times
On the low from the pole when you couldn't stash your nine
It was, junior high, we was new to high
Different cla**, pinching a**, watching time slide by
Side by side, rider to rider
Until I got my record deal and you said I got sour
But, with every second, minute and hour
I see n***as backwords, respect, money and power
Like, good lord, could it be the Porsche?
That got my best friend jealous and want to come and shoot up my porch
I give him handshakes and hugs
He give me mean mugs
Like "f** that n***a Buckshot that n***a a bum"
Ain't none of that when I come around though
A n***a will give you a pound for a pound of smoke
sh**, snake in the gra** and all that though
Come up fast get cut for some cash flow, n***a
[Sample]
Well I keep holdin' on to yesterday
I keep holdin' on, enough to say
That it's wrong
[Verse 2: Steele]
Thinking of a master plan
Cause ain't nothing but sweat inside my hand
Quote from the God Rakim Allah
I see what he saw
Plus I know what Kane felt when he said, "I get raw"
sh** changed, when you tryin' make these papers
Like when Biz Mark made "The Vapors"
Chuck said it take a nation of millions to hold us back
So we grind for these chips 'till we gripping a thicker stack
You can get with this or you can get with that
These black sheep's ready to stick n***as or flip a pack
Sitting back listening to G rap
Feeling "Ill Street blues" while grippin my new gat
I'm like KRS criminal mind
Ride 'till I die or lay in solitary confinement
Rest in peace Justo
By his d**h, I'm reminded
Don't be thinking sh**s sweet when you see n***as rhyming
[Sample]
Well I keep holdin' on to yesterday
I keep holdin' on, enough to say
That it's wrong
[Verse 3: Tek]
I can't let my childhood years go away
That's the only sentimental things that keep me today
The doc's keep sayin' that I'm repressing
I'm stuck in depression
That's why I lash out in aggression
But, that matters what breaks the sight
And the news is the headlines of my life
Whether there or nay
Hard times I pray
And I hope that my spirit will find it's way
To a god that'll [?] words to
Hoping that he say, "yeah my dude I hear you"
If not then I'm stuck in my sins
Any the only way I know to speak through is my pens
And you, you just like me too
If you knew any better you'd do what I do
But, just keep me in your prayers
It's the last stand and boot camp is here, so
[Sample]
Well I keep holdin' on to yesterday
I keep holdin' on, enough to say
That it's wrong