[Hook]

Hang, you've got to hang on

Baby, baby, on

[Verse 1]

So you know, dudes complain about distribution

The game and the radio stations looping the same stupidness

But maybe they ain't playin' too much music on MuchMusic

Cause there ain't much music out here with much to it

When the music plays, we ain't saying too much through it

We just add to the ads, we just do it

Then get mad when they don't add us

Now they love Louis C.K

And David Chapelle cause the truth is

Comedians speaking more truth than we in music

Like we traded mediums, now we the ones that act foolish

Plus we need to laugh cause peep the stats, see the facts

That murder in Ferguson ain't even half

So it's either laugh or we crying

And if it's that, then we dying

So we quiet now, ain't a lot of rappers really trying

We goin' out without as much as a sound

Rest in peace MuchMusic

Rest in peace Mike Brown

This is right now

My man said he can't pipe down

They're putting pipelines right through the grounds in his town

I'm waking up too with too much music to write down

That's what we fight now

We fight pride, we fight doubt, lights out

I tell 'em listen, this system takin' my hope away?

That's like me not comin' up with something dope to say

It only motivates, I'm so awake

I'm dreaming of teaming up more mentors and protégés

To go and play on this field shoulder-to-shoulder blade

Steel-like composure, flow's real like a roll of tape

How the young boy make it feel like the golden age

But still so forward, this warrior's like Golden State

Over-standing like Golden Gate

These gold bars worth more than some gold record or golden chain

Take that momentum, don't let it go to waste

Feel that faith growin' everyday

Stay strong, hang on

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Feel me, yeah

One time for my heroes on the frontlines

Saving young lives on the daily, still driving Hyundais

Up at sunrise, see the sun shine

And when you come undone try to just hang on a hot minute

Hang on, I'm not finished, stop, listen

The Old Prince story, the plot thickens

Hang on, I saw a vision then lost it and caught a glimpse again

Saw it off in your distance, I'm walkin' out on a mission

The picture's always slippin'

This talking is how I hang on

Hands on, keep grippin' to it and stand strong

But that resistance, that commitment in a dance song

For all the children that the banks didn't bank on

For all the sistren that sick of no understanding

Played slow pitch but won't hit if they underhanded

Once abandoned but know what a loving man is

And that trust ain't too much to demand from a companion

Hang on, I'm Russell Brand entwined with Hustle Man

I'm from London, from the motherland, from another planet

From the underground rubble, I've risen up from Atlantis

Now I'm spitting for the humble in the struggle

Hang on, I'm gone

[Hook]