Keep Holding On Lyrics - Slum Village

Keep Holding On - Slum Village 

Detroit Deli (A Taste Of Detroit) 

Wuttup tho? 

Feelin' a little under the weather today. 

But had some stuff to get off my chest ya know? 

Now wut im 'bout to say to y'all 

I ain't never said to the general public. 

But y'all gotta hear me yo. 

Feel me. 

Verse 1: 

I know I might 

Sound like a got a cold and im speaking 

But im cold and im sneezing 

But im grown and breathin. 

Hear the tone in my speaking 

And it's home where he's preaching. 

Both of my parents gone for a reason 

Daddy's wrong just for leavin' 

Mother moved on and im breathing. 

(?) spirits above the stones and the deamons 

she belongs in a teaching 

where there's a throne and a kingdom 

and deep inside my bones im believing 

that the poems that im reading is the songs to my freedom. 

Lik-e-ly known as deceiving 

What im shown it ain't pleasing 

Make me wanna throw stones at a deacon 

And it home when he preaching 

See that's satan makin my heart cold as a breeze 

'Till it's colder from freezing. 

Gotta get right 

I might not make it over this evening 

''cause your time here is shorter than breath 

gone from wheezing. 

And heard my nigga tone he was bleedin' 

Through his clothes 

It was leaking from some chrome that was squeezing 

Now when im all alone 

I be thinking im against all odds 

Hoping that god will show me the evens 

But im sick of being poor through the seasons 

Smoke a drole through the drinkin with 2 hoes through the weekend 

Bout to go to my seed and... 

Chorus: 

Life can sometimes be so hard to bear 

When u feel that theirs no one who cares 

There are times u feel all hope is gone 

Don't loose faith and just keep holding on and on and on 

Keep holding on and on and on and on and on 

Verse 2: 

But sometimes I feel alone in these streets 

It gets cold in these streets 

My heart and soul on these streets 

I lost my moms 

So I hold to a piece 

Of a place, state and time 

Where we both in the grind 

And what's love to a fatherless son? 

Although he had love for his son 

(Pensions?) were none to seldom 

I would sit on the porch 'till the mail come 

And when it came 

There never was a letter with my name 

My moms was there for me 

She held it down 'cause she cared for me 

She never left 

Even in her last breathe when she sat next to death 

She was always at her best never stressed 

That's why... 

Chorus 

You gotta keep holdin' on 

You gotta keep keep holdin' on 

Keep holdin on just 

Keep holdin' on 

Keep holdin' on... 

Chorus 

Fades out