My homeboys in Clinton And Rikers Island  Mumia Atumie, Gerino Pratt,   All the political Prisoners  San Quiton    Yeah  One Thug, One Thug    How do we keep the music playing    One Thug, One Thug    I wake up early in the morning  My state so Military  Suckas Fantasize, Pictures of a   Young Brother Buried  Was it me, The Weed, Or this life I lead  If daytime is for suckas then  Tonight we Bleed  Out for all that  Knowing that this world brings drawbacks  Look how this shit bumps   Once I deliver these war raps  Meet me at the cemetary  Dressed in Black  Tonight we  honor the dead  And those who won't be back  So if I die  To the same for me  Shed no tear  An Outlaw, thug living in this game,   for years  Why worry,  Hope to god  Get me high  When I'm burried  Knowing deep inside me  Only a few love me  Come rush me to the gates of heaven  Let me picture for a while  How I live for my days, as a child  I wonder now  How do we outlast, always get cash  Stay strong if we all mash  Hold Your head    [Chorus]    How do we keep the music playing  How do we get ahead  To many young black brothers are dying  Living Fast, too fast    These felonies be like prophecies  Begging me to stop  Cuz These lawyers getting money  Everytime they knock us  Slashing pockets lyrically  Suckas fleed when they notice  Switched my name to Makaveli  Had the rap game closed  Expose foes, with my hocus pocus flows  They froze  Now suckas idealize my choosen Blows  More money mean litigating   More Playa hating  Got a cell at the penn for me waiting  Is this my fate  Miss me with that mistermeaner thinking  Me fall back  Never That  Too much Tequilla drinking  We all that  Make them understand me  Hey I'll stay all night out with my Posse  Everyone roll with me is family  Cuz everybodies got me  Watch me paint a perfect vision  This life we living  Got us all meeting up in Prison  Last week I got a letter from my road dog  Written in Blood  Saying, "Please show a young playa love"  Hold your head  Hold it    [Chorus]    How do we keep the music playing  How do we get ahead  To many young black brothers are dying  Living Fast, too fast    God bless the child that can hold is own  Indeed  Enemies Bleed when I hold my chrome  Let these words be to last  to my unborn seeds  Hope to raise my young nation  In this world of greed  Currency means nothing 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  Till they capture me  And my AIM is to spread more smiles than tears  Utilalize lessons learned from my childhood years  Maybe Mama had it all right  Rest your head  Straight converstion all night  Bless the dead  To the homies that I usta have  That no longer roll  Catch a brother at the crossroads  Plus nobody knows my soul  Watching time pass  Through the glass of my drop top  Hold your head    [Chorus]