[talking]   Thug holiday, go ahead you can cry this up right 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]   Here go one for bad luck, hell against 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 how 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 freeing the ring hell but ain't a thang changed   And I lost my brother in the struggle, and then he lost his mother   And I'm thinking about it who's mine's who 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 mothers, 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 confronted him   And, I read your books know all your remixes to the bottom   What about a, verse for the thugs curled with drugs and survival   That's asking chapels naming Martin, Malcolm and Faricon   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 liiives, 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]