Текст песни Ms. America (Hold Fast) - Xperience

Poppa poor man
Momma low on cash
I′mma hold fast
I'mma hold fast
Cousin gone and passed
Uncle going mad
I′mma hold fast
I'mma hold fast

Candy painted, trapping, acting like We aint gon' see tomorrow
They killing babies everything aint Black and white dont be so shallow
I been pushing, distribution
Tryna get these bills paid
Retribution, they was shooting
They didnt have to kill that man

And all the above, is killing me
If theres a God up above, deliver me

Strange
Damn they still got
These chains on us, We
Pray
Every bullet got a name on it, its the
Same
Everyday they got a taste for blood
Ms. America, be brave for us

Brother, high as hell
Sister, clientele
I′mma hold fast
I′mma hold fast
Many try and fail
My people cry for help
I'mma hold fast
I′mma hold fast

Windows tinted, get yo pennys
While dreaming of dollar signs
Get convicted, sent to prison
Or victim of homicide
Mix the soda with coca
Cooking at my momma crib
If niggas want it, pistol loaded
Lordy, I just wanna live

And all the above is killing me
If theres a God up above, deliver me

Strange
Damn they still got
These chains on us, We
Pray
Every bullet got a name on it, its the
Same
Everyday they got a taste for blood
Ms. America, be brave for us