Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday Lyrics
[Talking: Trick Daddy]Thug holiday, go ahead you can cry its alright babyEverything gone be gravy later, that's rightThis the time when we take time to rememberAll the loved ones we lost in the struggle you knowI dedicate this to my brother Hollywood, Lil' Toby, BamMy dog Itchy and Lil' Trav, I dedicate this to the struggleEverybody in the county jail, state penn, and them Feds, check it out[Verse 1: Trick Daddy]If it wasn't for bad luck, hell against that a nigga wouldn't have noneBut when I think about it, what would I be without my gunHow could I, get away from the po-po's, if a, nigga couldn't runAnd why was I given a daughter when I always prayed for a sonLife is crazy ain't it, sometimes I even think the same thingI've been waiting on freeing the ring hell but ain't a thang changedAnd I lost my brother in the struggle, Tater Head done lost his motherAnd I'm thinking if lose mine's who gone raise my brothersNot to be a thug, stay in school, don't use drugsWho'll teach them right from wrong and show them boys, true loveSo I pray for the better days, face the bomb had a run-a-waysAnd, 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 yearJust like the fellas, in prison, we miss you so much for realWhat about the children, who ran away, that ain't coming home todayWell here's a message from coast to coastCause when them thugs really need it the most a thug holiday[Trick Daddy]Just like em, just like em, just like em, a thug holidayJust like em, just like em, just like em, a thug holiday[Verse 2: Trick Daddy]If it wasnt for, all these killings and all these conflicts in religionSee the Muslims, Jews and Christians but know they are all God's childrenThere's only, one him, plus ain't none of y'all confronting himSo blind in our own minds we wouldn't even know God if we was in from of himAnd, I read your books know all your remixes to the BibleWhat about a verse for the thugs, a cure for drugs and survivalLet's add some chapters name 'em Martin, Malcolm and FarrakhanIn all my history books, only one died was the AmericansAnd, that's point of my, who's responsible for VietnamAnd, hold on there's more, we had two World WarsAnd, how come the judges make more than the teachers is makingWhen they the ones raising all the taxes and got us fighting for educationLife is crazy ain't it[Chorus: Latocha Scott]So many tears, through out the yearsSomebody tell me what's going onAnd so many liiives, but only God knowsAbout the pain deep insideIt gets so hard, you got to keep your head upI know you're fed up, but stay strongHere's a message from coast to coastCause when them thugs really need it the most, thug holiday[Trick Daddy]Just like em, just like em, just like em, a thug holidayJust like em, just like em, just like em, a thug holiday[Verse 3: LaTocha Scott]This is for my people in the ghettoI'm calling out, calling outTo all my thugs in the ghettoCalling out, calling outCuz it gets hard sometimes, but youGotta keep your head up, and be strongHere's a message from coast to coastCuz when them thugs really need it the most, a thug holiday
