Oh, how it hurts, like childbirth   The wounds heal slow, you just don't know   At times, I don't know what to say   And all I do is pray, day to day      But still, I feel my strength might die   Like right now, I'm tryin' hard not to cry   Even when I close my eyes, I still see it   Damn, I just don't believe it      The bad times I buried, like the cemetery   Unworthy people playin' beneficiaries   A lotta people eatin' off of one man's death   Don't you worry B.I., I'ma ride to my last breath      You killas, caused a lotta devastation   You have no idea what you did to this nation   I fuckin' hate you, excuse my frustration   But just when I'm about to quit, God tells me to just      Don't you give up, be strong   Hold on, hold on   Things are gonna get better   Tough times, they last so long   Hold on, hold on   If you believe, they will get better      Frank White, the man with the money and the fame   Passed away, now bitches wanna claim his name   I been with my nigga before he came in the game   No one's, no V's, we used to take the train      Just us and the Mafia goin' out to parties   I guess back then we was real nobodies   But he was my nigga, and I was his bitch   I rolled hard with him, how could I forget him      Had beef with yo wife that ain't patched up   But still got love for your kids even wrote 'em in my will   And I'ma make sure the fam keep a decent meal   No matter what I got to do, or who I got to kill      Shit is real, baby, there ain't no appeal   If I'm fucked up, imagine how Mrs. Wallace feels   Sometimes I sit and think how it would be if we was married   Of if I woulda kept the child that I carried      So to my ladies, don't think I haven't walked in yo shoes   Or thought this was only happenin' to you, righ'   Here's my shoulder, you can lean on this boo   'Cuz trust me, I know it's sad but you got to      Don't you give up, be strong   Hold on, hold on   Things are gonna get better   Tough times, they last so long   Hold on, hold on   If you believe, they will get better      So I guess you know the story of how it all ends   Depressed, stressed, don't know who's my real friends   One thing's for sure, I can count on my mens   D-Roc, Money, L, Lil' Cease, and PD      My whole B.I. family, remind me of you   We miss you so much, I love you so much   Never thought life without you would be so rough   But I know we gon' make it we ain't happy, but we fakin'      And to New York, thanks for the support   And all our real fans, I'm shoutin' out the whole land   This is somethin' young kids just won't understand   How they took away this beautiful man      Who shared so many memories   I could go on and on, but a song can only be so long   It's been hard, but I told God that I put up a fight   So here's a long kiss good night, Frank White      Don't you give up, be strong   Hold on, hold on   Things are gonna get better   Tough times, they last so long   Hold on, hold on   If you believe, they will get better      Don't you give up, be strong   Hold on, hold on   Things are gonna get better   Tough times, they last so long   Hold on, hold on   If you believe, they will get better      Don't you give up, be strong   Hold on, hold on   Things are gonna get better   Tough times, they last so long   Hold on, hold on   If you believe, they will get better   ...