(feat. LaTocha Scott)    [Talking]  Thug holiday, go ahead you can cry it's alright baby  Everything gone be gravy later, that's right  This the time when we take time to remember  All the loved ones we lost in the struggle you know  I dedicate this to my brother Hollywood, Toby, Bam  My dog Itchy and Lil Trav, I dedicate this to the struggle  Everybody in the county jail, state penn, check it out    [Trick Daddy]  If it wasn't for bad luck, hell I guess that a nigga wouldn't have none  But when I think about it, what would I be without my gun  How could I, get away from the po-po's, if a, nigga couldn't run  And why was I given a daughter when I always prayed for a son  Life is crazy ain't it, sometimes I even think the same thing  I've been waiting on freedom to ring hell but ain't a thang changed  And I lost my brother in the struggle, and then he lost his mother  And I was thinking if I lose mine, who's gone raise my brother  Not to be a thug, stay in school, don't use drugs  Who'll teach him right from wrong and show them boys, true love  So I pray for the better days, face the bomb had a run-a-ways  And, I put my guns away and I pray for peace on Sundays, it's crazy ain't it    [Chorus: Latocha Scott]  Just like the soldiers, that ain't coming home this year  Just like the fellas, in prison, we miss you so much for real  What about the children, who ran away, that ain't coming home today  Well here's a message from coast to coast  Cause when them thugs really need it the most a thug holiday    Just like em, just like em, just like em, a thug holiday - [2x]    [Trick Daddy]  Here go one for, all these killings and all these conflicts in religion  See the Muslims, Jews and Christians but know they are all God's children  There's only, one him, plus ain't none of y'all confronting him  So blind in our own minds we wouldn't even know God if 'we was in front him'  And, I read your books know all your remixes to the Bible  What about a verse for the thugs, a cure for drugs and survival  Let's add some chapters nameed Martin, Malcolm and Farrakhan  In all my history books, only one died was the Americans  And, that's point of my, who's responsible for Vietnam  And, hold on there's more, we had two World Wars  And, how come the judges make more than the teachers is making  When they the ones raising all the taxes and got us fighting for education  Life is crazy ain't it    [Chorus]  So many tears, through out the years  Somebody tell me what's going on  And so many lives, but only God knows  About the pain deep inside  It gets so hard, you got to keep your head up  I know you're fed up, but stay strong  Here's a message from coast to coast  Cause when them thugs really need it the most, thug holiday    Just like em, just like em, just like em, a thug holiday - [2x]    [LaTocha Scott]  This is for my people in the ghetto  I'm calling out, calling out  To all my thugs in the ghetto  Calling out, calling out  It gets hard sometimes, but you  Got to keep your head up, and be strong  Here's a message from coast to coast  Cause when them thugs really need it the most, a thug holiday    [ad-libs]