Hold On - Locksmith

These the types of lessons you don’t wager rent for

These the types of dudes that build resentment

These the type of times that really define commitment

Thse are not the typ of niggas that openly show resistance, but rather the ones

that sneak up close to get exposure

If you co-sign or vouch for that snake, you just as guilty

Venom is on your sleeves and the Tea Leaves are just filthy

Poison starts to speckle and sproutin' out of your speech

It’s ironic thirsty niggas suck blood out of a leech

I was told to pick another path

Switch and find another craft

Trade it all just to go back & hear my mother’s laugh

Crescent Park was the cloud we hovered past

There were days I thought I suffered the same fate that my cousin had

But no advice is better than bad advice

I’d rather fail doing me than smoke on your panic pipe

While you sit online and judge, that taken-for-granted life

Bitch, I grind to put my plan in flight

I’m speakin' out for my people livin' in disarray, that disobey authority

Morally obligated to stop & state what is formally

Stolen from us

In hopes that one of us show growth among us

Gross in numbers

Numb to incumbents that try to boast, but hung us

I can sense a weak rapper by his profile

I can sense a bitch nigga by his close pal

But in this current climate with all of this struggle behind it

All you rap about is money & bitches

Lyrically lowbrow

The low cloud the hovers above us covers but aisles

Self Determination determines whether we both drown

Lyrics are Life Rafts;

Buoys become a playlist

Paddling upstream to up streams until they say quit

The same stiff-arm labels used to engage with

On days which I was too lazy waitin' for late hits

Delayed whistle, they diss you until they need you

I’d rather teach you to fish than just feed you