Tupac- Hold ya Head up (with lyrics) Chords

_ _ _ _ Jackson.
All boys in Clinton and Rikers Island.
[F#] All the penitents.
[A#m] All [D#m] _
the political prisoners.
[A#m] _ _ All the [C#] jailhouses.
I'm done.
_ [F#] Run.
Run.
Run. [D#m] Run. [A#m] Run.
Run.
Run. Run. _
[C#] _ _ [A#m] [F#] Run. [A#m] Run.
_ [D#m] _
_ _ _ [A#m] _ [C#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [D#m] _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [D#m] _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ Run.
[A#m] No [C#] one deep inside, only a few [F#] love me
No one creak till the gates of heaven
Let me put your bones down
How I live from [D#m] my days as a child
[A#m] I wonder now, how do we outlast
Always keep [Fm] gas, stay strong, if we all [A#m] mash
[F#] Who get head?
_ How [D#m] do we keep the music playing?
[A#m] _ How do we [Fm] get [C#] the fans?
[F#] Who get head?
Too [D#m] many of my brothers are dying
[A#m] Who get head?
In the mass
[C#] Too many of my brothers are dying
[F#] Felonies be like prophecies
Begging me [D#m] to stop, it's these lawyers getting money
Every time, ain't [C#] nothing
Plastic pockets, lyric needs
Suckers bleed when they notice
Switch my name to Mac and Billy
Half the rap game [F#] flows
Rose, rose with my hocus pocus flows
They [D#m] froze, now suckers out of lies
My chosen [A#m] flows
And [C#] more money than me, let it game go
Playing hating, got a sale at the pen for me waiting
[F#] Is this my fate?
This is what [A#m] that Mr.
Mean is thinking
[D#m] Me, four back, never had too much tequila drinking
[C#] We all out, make him understand me
[A#m] Hell, I'd have to take my posse
[Fm] Everyone with me is family
All these brothers [F#] got me
Watch me paint a mother prison
This life we living
Got [D#m] soul beaten up in prison
[A#m] Last week, I got a letter from my bulldog
Written in blood
[C#] Saying please show a little [F#] love
Hope you don't get holy
How [D#m] do we treat this [A#m] passion?
_ How do we [C#] get away from [F#] this pain?
Too many [D#m] young lovers
Desire [C#] to be
In [A#m] front of me
[C#] But all I see is a hole in the [F#] floor
God bless the jail
Like a hole in zone indeed
[D#m] Enemy's bleed when I hold my [C#] throne
Let these words be the last of my unborn seed
Always my young nation in this world of [F#] greed
Currency means nothing if you still ain't free
Money, greed, [D#m] jealousy
Take the game from [C#] me
Hope for better days
Trouble comes [A#m] naturally
[D] Running from [C#] authorities
Telling cops to [F#] keep in mind
My aim is to spread most mouth [D#m] and tears
Strict lines, lessons learned from my childhood [A#m] years
Maybe mama had it all [Fm] right
Rest your head
Straight [C#] conversation or not
Bless his [F#] head
To my homies that I used to have
That no longer [D#m] roll
Catch a brother after the crossroads
[C#] Plus, nobody knows my soul
[A#m] Lots of time [C#] passed through the glass
By my drop top [F#] rose
Hold your head
How [D#m] do we treat the music playing?
You got [A#m] to hold your head
How do we [Fm] get away [F#] from this pain?
Too [D#m] many young lovers
Desire [A#m] _ to be
In front of [C#] me
_ _ [F#] _ But all I see is a hole in the floor
Take [D#m] a look at [C#] me
How do we