Chords for Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (feat. LaTocha Scott) [Official Video]

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_ [C] _ _ [F#] _ [G#] _ [G#m] I dedicate this to my brother [F#] Hollywood, _ [E] _ my [D#m] _
[G#] dog Itchy and the little [C#] Trap.
I dedicate [B] this to the struggle of everybody in the county, [E] jail, state, pen [B] and the fence.
[C#] Check it out.
_ He was [G#m] born for bad luck, [B] hell against that I [E] wouldn't have none.
But when I think about it, [G#m] what would I be without my mother?
How could I [B] get away from the Pope's poems if I couldn't [C#m] learn?
And why was I [G#m] given a daughter when I always [C#m] prayed for a son?
Life is crazy, ain't it?
Sometimes I [F#] even think the same thing.
[B] I've been waiting on freedom to [D#m] ring hell, but ain't a [C#] thing changed.
[D#m] And I lost my [F#] brother in the struggle, till he hit and [E] lost his mother.
[C#] And I'm thinking if I lose my school, I'm raising [G#m] my brother.
Not to [B] be a thug, just stay in school, don't [E] use drugs.
Who will teach them right from wrong and [G#m] show them boys true love?
[A#] So I pray for the [C#] better days, face the bombs and the runaways.
And I put my [F#] *** away and I pray for [B] peace on Sundays.
It's crazy, ain't it?
Just like the soldiers [E] _ that ain't [D#m] coming home [B] this year.
Just like [C#] the [G#m] fellas [F#] in prison.
[E] We [F#] miss you so much for [C#] real.
What [G#m] about the children [B] who ran away?
[E] _ That ain't coming home [C#m] today.
[G#] But here's a message from [B] coast to [E] coast.
It's when them thugs really needed the most of [F#] thug [C#m] holiday.
[C#] Just like them.
[F#] Just like them.
Just like [B] them.
_ _ [F#] _ [D#m] Just [F#] like them.
_ _ _ [D#m] _ [C#] _
_ _ Give a [G#m] one-fuck.
All these [B] killers and all these conflicts of [E] religions and Muslims, Jews and Christians.
But know that we're all [G#m] God's children and there's only [B] one of him.
Plus, ain't [E] none of y'all confront him.
We so blind in our own mind, we wouldn't even know God if we [G#m] confront him.
I read your books, you know all your [D#m] remixes to the Bible.
What about a verse for the thugs [G#m] curable drugs and [C#] survival?
[D#m] That's a** and chaps named Mark, Malcolm and Farrakhan.
In all my history books, only one [C#] died was the Americans.
[G#m] And that's point of [B] my who's responsible for [E] Vietnam.
And don't ask [G#m] more, we had two world wars.
And how [B] come the judges [C#] make more than the teachers make?
When either one [B] raising all the [E] taxes and got us fighting for [B] education.
Life is crazy, ain't it?
So many tears [E] throughout the years.
[F#] _
Somebody [G#] tell me what's [C#] going on.
[G#m] And [F#] so many lies, [E] but only God [C#] knows about the pain deep inside.
[G#m] _ _
[B] It gets so hard, [E] you gotta keep your head [C#m] up, I know you get up, [G#] but stay strong.
Here's a [D#m] message from [E] Post Codes.
Cause when them thugs really need it the most, [F#] it's love [C#] holiday.
Just like, just like, [F#] just like, just _ _ like, [B] _ just like, love [F#] holiday. _
Just like, just like, just [D#m] like, [C#] just like, just like.
This [G#m] is for my people in [F#] the ghetto.
_ [B] _ [E] I'm calling out, calling out.
_ _ [G#] _ _ [G#m] _ [A#] Thugs in [E] the ghetto, _ _ _ calling out, calling out.
It [G#m] gets hard _
_ [C#] sometimes, [B] but [E] you gotta keep your head [D#m]
up, be [B] strong.
[C#] Here's a [B] message from Post Codes.
[E] _ _ Cause when [C#m] them thugs really need it the most, [C#] _ _ _ [G#m] _ [F#]
it's love holiday.
Just like, just like, _ [E] just like, [G#m]
just like, _ just like, love holiday.
[F#]
Just [B] like, just like, [G#m] just like, just [E] like, just like, just like.
[G#m] This is for my people in [C#] the ghetto.
_ [B] [E] I'm calling _ [F#] out.
_ [B] _ To [C#] all of my [G#m] thugs in [B] the ghetto.
_ _ [E] Can you hear what I'm [C#m] saying?
_ _ All of [G#m] my thugs from [B] the ghetto, ghetto, [E] ghetto. _ _
_ _ _ [G#m] This song is dedicated [A#] to [F#] the ghetto, ghetto, [E] ghetto.
Love holiday. _
It's a [N] vision, now.
_ I'm going [G#] to cry. _