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    [Talking]
    Thug holiday, go ahead you can cry it's alright baby
    Everything gone be gravy later, that's right
    This the time when we take time to remember
    All the loved ones we lost in the struggle you know
    I dedicate this to my brother Hollywood, Toby, Bam
    My dog Itchy and Lil Trav, I dedicate this to the struggle
    Everybody in the county jail, state penn, check it out

    [Trick Daddy]
    If it wasn't for bad luck, hell I guess that a ***** wouldn't have none
    But when I think about it, what would I be without my gun
    How could I, get away from the po-po's, if a, ***** couldn't run
    And why was I given a daughter when I always prayed for a son
    Life is crazy ain't it, sometimes I even think the same thing
    I've been waiting on freedom to ring hell but ain't a thang changed
    And I lost my brother in the struggle, and then he lost his mother
    And I was thinking if I lose mine, who's gone raise my brother
    Not to be a thug, stay in school, don't use drugs
    Who'll teach him right from wrong and show them boys, true love
    So I pray for the better days, face the bomb had a run-a-ways
    And, 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 year
    Just like the fellas, in prison, we miss you so much for real
    What about the children, who ran away, that ain't coming home today
    Well here's a message from coast to coast
    Cause when them thugs really need it the most a thug holiday

    Just like em, just like em, just like em, a thug holiday - [2x]

    [Trick Daddy]
    Here go one for, all these killings and all these conflicts in religion
    See the Muslims, Jews and Christians but know they are all God's children
    There's only, one him, plus ain't none of y'all confronting him
    So blind in our own minds we wouldn't even know God if 'we was in front him'
    And, I read your books know all your remixes to the Bible
    What about a verse for the thugs, a cure for drugs and survival
    Let's add some chapters named Martin, Malcolm and Farrakhan
    In all my history books, only one died was the Americans
    And, let's point em out who's responsible for Vietnam
    And, hold on there's more, we had two World Wars
    And, how come the judges make more than the teachers is making
    When they the ones raising all the taxes and got us fighting for education
    Life is crazy ain't it

    [Chorus]
    So many tears, through out the years
    Somebody tell me what's going on
    And so many lives, but only God knows
    About the pain deep inside
    It gets so hard, you got to keep your head up
    I know you're fed up, but stay strong
    Here's a message from coast to coast
    Cause when them thugs really need it the most, thug holiday

    Just like em, just like em, just like em, a thug holiday - [2x]

    [LaTocha Scott]
    This is for my people in the ghetto
    I'm calling out, calling out
    To all my thugs in the ghetto
    Calling out, calling out
    It gets hard sometimes, but you
    Got to keep your head up, and be strong
    Here's a message from coast to coast
    Cause when them thugs really need it the most, a thug holiday