Yesterday - Boot Camp Clik

Holdin' it down for the good and bad times

On the low from the pole when you couldn’t stash your nine

It was, junior high, we was new to high

Different class, pinching ass, watching time slide by

Side by side, rider to rider

Until I got my record deal and you said I got sour

But, with every second, minute and hour

I see niggas backwords, respect, money and power

Like, good lord, could it be the Porsche?

That got my best friend jealous and want to come and shoot up my porch

I give him handshakes and hugs

He give me mean mugs

Like «fuck that nigga Buckshot that nigga a bum»

Ain’t none of that when I come around though

A nigga will give you a pound for a pound of smoke

Shit, snake in the grass and all that though

Come up fast get cut for some cash flow, nigga

Well I keep holdin' on to yesterday

I keep holdin' on, enough to say

That it’s wrong

Thinking of a master plan

Cause ain’t nothing but sweat inside my hand

Quote from the God Rakim Allah

I see what he saw

Plus I know what Kane felt when he said, «I get raw»

Shit changed, when you tryin' make these papers

Like when Biz Mark made «The Vapors»

Chuck said it take a nation of millions to hold us back

So we grind for these chips 'till we gripping a thicker stack

You can get with this or you can get with that

These black sheep’s ready to stick niggas or flip a pack

Sitting back listening to G rap

Feeling «Ill Street blues» while grippin my new gat

I’m like KRS criminal mind

Ride 'till I die or lay in solitary confinement

Rest in peace Justo

By his death, I’m reminded

Don’t be thinking shits sweet when you see niggas rhyming

Well I keep holdin' on to yesterday

I keep holdin' on, enough to say

That it’s wrong

I can’t let my childhood years go away

That’s the only sentimental things that keep me today

The doc’s keep sayin' that I’m repressing

I’m stuck in depression

That’s why I lash out in aggression

But, that matters what breaks the sight

And the news is the headlines of my life

Whether there or nay

Hard times I pray

And I hope that my spirit will find it’s way

To a god that’ll words to

Hoping that he say, «yeah my dude I hear you»

If not then I’m stuck in my sins

Any the only way I know to speak through is my pens

And you, you just like me too

If you knew any better you’d do what I do

But, just keep me in your prayers

It’s the last stand and boot camp is here, so

Well I keep holdin' on to yesterday

I keep holdin' on, enough to say

That it’s wrong