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KRS-One

Hold

 

Hold

(album: KRS-One - 1995)


Yeah....yeah.....
Mmmmm....Mm!
Alright, here we go...

I'm thinking real hard about some money I can hold
But everybody I know is deep in the hole
A steady paying job is too hard for me to hold
I call around for work but they putting me on hold
But in my hand a shiny .45 is what I hold
I make a mayonnaise sandwich out of some whole
Wheat, I'm feeling weak, I can't hold
I gotta rob somebody tonight and take the whole
Bank roll, some cash I gotta hold
At the bottom of my shoe is a little bitty hole
That's it, my mental sanity I can't hold
I'm walking to the store with this pistol that I hold...

Yeah....yeah.....

Half of me is saying maintain and uphold
Suddenly I bump into some asshole
He's cursing me out, but this pistol that I hold
Took control, and in his head I put a hole
Ahhh man, now I'm looking around the whole
Area, the gun is still hot that I hold
I'm bugging out, and I don't know how much longer I can hold
I feel myself sinking deeper in the hole
So in my victim's pants I rip a little hole
And felt for the wallet, and took the whole
Bill-fold, forty bucks is what I hold
Suddenly I hear, "Freeze! Police! Hold!"

Yeah....mmmmm.....
Come on!
Yeah....wooh!
Come on...

In the penitentiary I see a whole
Bunch of blacks and Hispanics that they hold
In my cell I cry like hell, my head I hold
One day somebody ax if my shoes they could hold
I told this guy, "Listen! My shoe's got a hole
But what's up with that shiny sharp knife that you hold?"
He lunged forth, the first thing that I thought of was to hold
The arm with the knife so that he couldn't put a hole
In me, but then I put him in a chokehold
Took the knife and in his neck I put a hole
Suddenly all the C.O's come to me and it's me they hold
Beat my ass and I spend two weeks in the hole
I'm ready to bug out, my sanity I can't hold
My needs and wants messed up my life on a whole.

Damn. Just wasn't satisfied with life.

Yeah....uh!
Yeah....
Check!

The moral to the story is...your addiction to your needs and your wants is what causes problems in your life.
Make sure you got whatcha need. Put at a safe distance all the things that you want.
It's wants that get you into trouble.

This is the balance of life...the balance to life on a whole.

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?