Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Hold on Be Strong’ by 2Pac. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2Pac or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Hold on
Yeah it’s gonna be alright, don’t trip baby
It’ll get better
Ay do this Thug style main, Thug style
When this whole beat drop we just gon’ run it to em bet
It’s all good, uhh
I never had much, ran with a bad bunch
Little skinny kid sneakin weed in my bag lunch
And all through Junior High, we was just gettin by
And drivebys robbed my homies of their young lives
I never did cry, and even though I had
pain in my heart, I was hopeless from the start
They couldn’t tell me nothin, they all tried to help to help me
The marijuana had my mind gone it wasn’t healthy
I travelled places, caught cases, what a ill year
I felt the pain and the rain but I’m still here
Never did like the police, let the whole world know
Now I gets no peace, cause they chasin me down
And facin me now, what do I do?
These thangs that a Thug goes through
And still I rise so keep ya head up, and make ya mind strong
It’s a struggle every day but you gotta hold on
Hold on, be strong, hold on
Be strong, hold on
When it’s on it’s on
Hold on, be strong, hold on
Be strong, hold on
When it’s on it’s on
Hold on, be strong, hold on
Be strong, hold on
When it’s on it’s on
Hold on, be strong, hold on
Be strong, hold on
When it’s on it’s on
There’s, never a good day, cause in my hood they
let they AK’s pump strays where the kids play
And every Halloween, check out the murder scene
Can’t help but duplicate the violence seen on the screen
My homies dyin ‘fore they get to see they birthdays
These is the worst days, sometimes it hurts to pray
And even God turned his back on the ghetto youth
I know that ain’t the truth, sometimes I look for proof
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto, and if it does
Does it matter if you blood or you cuz
Remember how it was, the picnics and the parties in the projects
Small time drinkin gettin high with them armies
Just another knucklehead kid from the gutter
I’m dealin with the madness, raised by a single mother
I’m tryin to tell you when it’s on
You gotta keep your head to the sky and be strong, most of all hold on
Hold on, be strong, hold on
Be strong, hold on
When it’s on it’s on
Hold on, be strong
I know them ain’t tears comin down your face
When it’s on it’s on but
Wipe your eyes
Hold on, be strong
In this world
When it’s on it’s on but
Only the strong survive y’know
Hold on, be strong
Hmm, I know it’s hard out there
When it’s on it’s on but
Welfare
Hold on, be strong
AIDS, earthquakes
Cause when it’s on it’s on but
Muggings, carjackings
Hold on, and be strong
Yeah we got problems
‘Cause when it’s on it’s on but
But believe me when I tell you
Hold on, and be strong
Things always get better
Cause when it’s on it’s on but
God don’t like ugly
Hold on, and be strong
And God don’t like no quitters
Cause when it’s on it’s on but
You know what Billie Holiday said bay-bee
Hold on, and be strong
God bless the child that can hold his own
‘Cause when it’s on it’s on but
Y’know?
Hold on, and be strong
You got to stand strong
Cause when it’s on it’s on but
And when these bustas try to knock you out your place
Hold on, and be strong
You stand there to they face
Cause when it’s on it’s on but
Tell em hold on, and be strong
Hold on, and be strong
The game don’t stop
‘Cause when it’s on it’s on but
Hmmm
Hold on, and be strong
This here is black main
Cause when it’s on it’s on but
If you don’t never leave nothin, learn one thing
Hold on, and be strong
It don’t stop, til the casket drop
Hold on
Thug, for life feel me?
All my homeboys and my homegirls, stay strong
When things get bad, especially come the first and the fifteenth
Stay strong, and stay ballin, hold on
I’ll catch y’all at the next life, we in traffic