Lyrics: Phrase. Talk With Force. Hold On.

So down, you've been up for days (I've been in there, man)
So hold on, hold on (Yeah, I know what it feels like)
You're so messing with your ways (And if you feel lost, I'm on my way)
So hold on, hold on (Just hold on)

This kid's sitting at the train station, trying to maintain shit
Rain in his face, crying, his brain's flipped.
He swears to God every fucking night that he'll change shit,
But his grades get worse and he fights with the same kids.
His mother telling him he need to smarten his act up,
But schools just a place where we go to get bashed up.
Self-esteem smashed up, brutally battered,
He's thrown in his hat at everything that truthfully mattered.
Abused and in tatters, tryin to find his way to the front line,
But his peers hold him back everyday that it's crunch time.
He's seen in the lunch line, but never been noticed,
It's like he knows what he wants, but he's never been focused.
So I hocus pocus, pull out a magic trick;
I gotta bring this kid back from a tragic trip.
Before its too late and the time bomb ticks,
Before he ends up drunk with a blade to his wrists, yeah.

So down you've been up for days (But I'm coming)
So hold on, hold on (Hold on, coz I'm coming).
You're so messing with your way (But I'm coming)
So hold on, hold on (Hold on, coz I'm coming)

You see Debbie had a honey, and thought it was figured out,
But Debbie fell pregnant so her hubby was somethin now.
He left with nothin now, but chaos to order;
Man, she facin life sentence: single mother with a daughter.
He bought her a car, but it was taken cheap from a stoner.
But the message written is followed, said to go it alone.
She's home on her own, trying to raise a baby, its bullshit;
This girl is only sixteen and barely a school kid.
She ran with the cool click,
The popular school chicks,
The hot and the pool shit.
But bikinis don't matter if your fat in the tummy,
?It's not sad, it's just funny!? - It ain't a joke to her when little bubby's cryin for mummy.
So now she's down on her own, coz her friends don't call.
She's a Cinderella princess without no ball.
And with tellin a friend is all she need when she's down,
And she grieve, I'll pick her up and put her back on her feet, yeah.

So down you've been up for days (But I'm coming)
So hold on, hold on (Hold on, coz I'm coming).
You're so messing with your way (But I'm coming)
So hold on, hold on (Hold on, coz I'm coming).

The other week, I saw this kid trying spit raps
For one of them parties where the private school chicks at.
He sportin Payless shoes with the shit cap;
From the outer suburbs, caught up in the riff-raff.
He dropped out at sixteen, and swore that he'd make it.
They laughed at his clothes, but he'd rap if he was naked.
I asked why he did this, he said ?We just do.?
It's like marriage: boy, you just knew.
We was right for each other
You could write to each other
Spend a night with each other
Or fend and fight for the other.
So if he does it, then I'm a do it too,
Hold on and be strong,
I'll be back, comin for you, yeah.

So down you've been up for days (But I'm coming)
So hold on, hold on (Hold on, coz I'm coming).
You're so messing with your way (But I'm coming)
So hold on, hold on (Hold on, coz I'm coming)

I'm coming home, I'm coming home, I'm coming home (But I'm coming)
I'm coming home, I'm coming home, I'm coming home (Hold on, coz I'm coming).
I'm coming home, I'm coming home, I'm coming home (But im coming)
I'm coming home, I'm coming home, I'm coming home (Hold on, coz I'm coming).