Lyrical Breakdown of Hold On (feat. Mary J. Blige) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil' Kim feat. Mary J. Blige weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Hold On (feat. Mary J. Blige)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Kim - One] Oh how it hurts, like child birth The wounds heal slow, you just don't know At times, I don't know what to say And all I do is pray, day to day But still, I feel my strength might die Like right now, I'm tryin' hard not to cry Even when I close my eyes, I still see it Damn, I just don't believe it The bad times I buried, like the cemetery Unworthy people playin' beneficiaries A lotta people eatin' off of one man's death Don't you worry B.I., I'ma ride to my last breath You killas, caused a lotta devastation You have no idea what you did to this nation I fuckin' hate you, excuse my frustration But just when I'm about to quit, God tells me to just Don't you give up, be strong Hold on, hold on Things are gonna get better Tough times, they last so long Hold on, hold on If you believe, they will get better Frank White, the man with the money and the fame Passed away, now bitches wanna claim his name I been with my nigga before he came in the game No one's, no V's, we used to take the train Just us and the Mafia goin' out to parties I guess back then we was real nobodies But he was my nigga, and I was his bitch I rolled hard with him, how could I forget him Had beef with yo wife that ain't patched up But still got love for your kids Even wrote 'em in my will And I'ma make sure the fam keep a decent meal No matter what I got to do, or who I got to kill Shit is real, baby, there ain't no appeal If I'm fucked up, imagine how Mrs. Wallace feels Sometimes I sit and think how it would be if we was married Of if I woulda kept the child that I carried So to my ladies, don't think I haven't walked in yo shoes Or thought this was only happenin' to you, righ' Here's my shoulder, you can lean on this boo Cuz trust me, I know exactly what you're going through So I guess you know the story of how it all ends Depressed, stressed, don't know who's my real friends One thing's for sure, I can count on my mens D-Roc, Money, L, Lil' Cease, and PD My whole B.I. family, remind me of you We miss you so much, I love you so much Never thought life without you would be so rough But I know we gon make it We ain't happy, but we fakin' And to New York, thanks for the support And all our real fans, I'm shoutin' out the whole land This is somethin' young kids just won't understand How they took away this beautiful man Who shared so many memories I could go on and on, but a song can only be so long It's been hard, but I told God that I put up a fight So here's a Long Kiss Goodnight, Frank White