Artist：2pac

Songs Title：hold ya head

My homeboys in Clinton and Rikers Island

All the penitentiaries

Mumia Mutulu Geronimo Sekon

All the political prisoners

San Quentin who can save you all the jail houses

I'm with you

Yeah one thug one thug

You're listenin' to the sounds of one thug

One thug one thug

You're listenin' to the sounds of

（How do we get ahead ）

I wake up early in the mornin' mindstate so military

Suckers fantasizin' pictures of a young brother buried

Was it me the w**d or this life I lead

If daytime is for suckers then tonight we bleed

Out for all that knowin' that this world bring drawbacks

Look how this sh*t bump once I deliver these raw raps

Meet me at the cemetery dressed in black

Tonight we honor the dead those who won't be back

So if I die do the same for me shed no tears

An Outlaw thug livin' in this game for years

Why worry hope to God get me high when I'm buried

Knowin' deep inside only a few love me

Come rush me to the gates of Heaven let me picture for a while

How I lived for my days as a child I wonder now

How do we outlast always get cash

Stay strong if we all mash hold ya head

How do we keep the music playing

（Yes you got to hold ya head）

How do we get ahead

（Hold your head）

Too many young black brothers are dying

（Yes you got to hold ya head）

Livin' fast too fast

Yo these felonies be like prophecies beggin' me to stop

'Cause these lawyers gettin' money every time they knock us

Snatchin' pockets lyrically suckers flea when they notice

Switched my name to Makaveli half the rap game closed

Exposed foes with my hocus pocus flows they froze

Now suckers idolize my chosen blows

And mo' money mean litigatin mo' playa hatin'

Got a cell at the pen for me waitin' is this my fate

Miss me with that misdemeanor thinkin' me fall back

Never that too much Tequila drinkin' we all that

Make them understand me if not I slang my posse

Everyone with me is family 'cause everybody's got me

Watch me paint a perfect vision this life we livin'

Got us all meetin' up in prison

Last week I got a letter from my road dog written in blood

Saying ＂Please show a playa love＂ hold ya head hold it

How do we keep the music playing

（Yes you got to hold ya head）

How do we get ahead

（Hold your head）

Too many young black brothers are dying

（Yes you got to hold ya head）

Livin' fast too fast

The w**d got me tweakin' in my mind I'm thinkin'

God bless the child that can hold his own

Indeed enemies bleed when I hold my chrome

Let these words be the last to my unborn seeds

Hope to raise my young nation in this world of greed

Currency means nothin' if you still ain't free

Money breeds jealousy take the game from me

I hope for better days trouble comes naturally

Running from authorities 'til they capture me

And my aim is to spread mo' smiles than tears

Utilalize lessons learned from my childhood years

Maybe Mama had it all right rest yo' head

Tradin' conversation all night bless the dead

To my homies that I used to have that no longer roll

Catch a brother at the crossroads

Plus nobody knows my soul watchin' time pass

Through the glass of my drop top Rolls hold ya head

How do we keep the music playing

（Yes you got to hold ya head）

How do we get ahead

（No matter how hard it get feel me come on）

（Hold your head）

Too many young black brothers are dying

（Get the w**d drink a drink read a book）

（Yes you got to hold ya head）

Livin' fast too fast

（Watch the stars get some p**sy whatever）

How do we keep the music playing

（Yes you got to hold ya head）

How do we get ahead