Stay Strong
O.R.B Lyrics

Man, on a normal occasion I'd tell you to roll something up Po some'ing up, but I ain't feeling that way Everytime I turn around, another funeral Another away man, how much can we take feel this
Usually, I'd suggest we smoke and drink to forget our problems but today my heart is heavy. There are too many deaths around me and I'm wondering how much more we can take.

I'm riding one deep with my gun, naw I ain't having fun Wondering how to break the news, to my partna lil' son His daddy probably the saw the angels, death he couldn't stop it But God, why'd you have to take my dog Todd Prophet
I'm alone with my gun, it's not a fun ride, and I'm thinking about how to tell my friend's little son about his father's death. I'm trying to make sense of why Todd Prophet had to die, he couldn't control his fate.

Already lost Mello, now who gon be next Think I'm feeling safe fake ass rappers, having plex Who you playing with, don't take your life for granted So many good people, seem to be the victims on the planet Can't understand it, now which religion talking noise Them Catholic priests, be touching on lil' boys Can't trust your homeboys, you drop em off at home He call his partna on the phone, they done broke in your home Now what's wrong, said the Lord people dying too often With no health or no insurance, can't afford no coffin So today no flossing, another wake at eight o'clock Jam Master Jay wasn't a gangsta, but he still got shot what's up
I've lost friends in the past and now I'm paranoid about who's next. There's so much violence, betrayal, and injustice around us that I can't make sense of it. People who live good lives seem to die the quickest. Different religions make different claims but they're all talking without concrete evidence. Priests who should be trusted are also culprits of sexual abuse. Even homeboys can't be trusted, they could rob you when you're away. People are dying so frequently without proper healthcare and insurance. Today is another day of mourning that I can't show off because it's not appropriate. Even respectable people like Jam Master Jay die in the wrong place at the wrong time.

My partna use to be a baller but (Now he's gone, ah-oh) And all I can tell his son, is (Try to hold on, ah-oh) Yeah she use to be a star, but (Now she's gone, ah-oooh) Hey mama, they thought your son wouldn't make it but (I stayed strong, ah-oooh)
My friend used to be successful but now he's gone and all I can tell his son is to keep going. There are also women who used to be celebrated but are now gone. Hey mama, remember when they thought your son wouldn't make it? Well, I stayed strong and proved them wrong.

Now lil' Tamika up the street, wanted a baller real bad Only 16, but already giving up the ass You got cash you could smash, you don't have to ask She needed money for clothes, so she stayed skipping class Catch her flipping in a Jag, or flipping in the Lex Laughing at the nerdy chicks, who believed in safe sex She had one baby, had twins then another Now didn't slow at 18, all living with her mother Steady bouncing out of town, rent-a-cars with crack Missing her kids birthday, what kind of mother is that The ass started getting flat, without using Metabolife Whole neighborhood wondering, if Tamika on the pipe Strip clubs late at night, with bags under her eyes Had the flu for three months, feeling like she bout to die Boyfriends disappeared, and so did the queen HIV in her bloodstream, girl died ay 19 damn
There's Tamika in the neighborhood who wanted to date a rich guy so bad. At only 16 she's had sex many times to get money to buy clothes. She hangs out in expensive cars and laughs at girls who believe in safe sex. She has children but prefers not to slow down her life. She disappears out of town and comes back with rented cars that hold crack. She misses her children's birthdays and doesn't take care of herself. People wonder if she's on drugs. She dies at 19 with HIV in her bloodstream.

Now Lord I know, I'm in the valley of death And can't no man predict, how many days he got left Use to run the street, with some devilish ass demons High on dust not giving a fuck, smoking wet steady scheming Had to change my ways, and go another route Now I use the studio, to let my pain out No more chasing dreams, gotta make it on my own Can't be waiting on the next man, gotta get my hustle on Now in case you ain't know this, playboy I'm focused Only got one chance, no way in hell I can blow this Turn my last five dollas, into a quarter million But money can't change, the fucking pain that I'm feeling From Chris, Paul to Tremain, who else gon go They even killed Romeo, from the Steve Harvey show Said I'd be dead in a year, that was two years ago Thank the Lord I'm still here, hope I live to see mo' let's roll
I know that I've been through tough times and I could die at any moment. I used to run the street with bad guys, doing all sorts of drugs and shady plans. But I had to change paths and I now express my feelings in the studio. I'm not chasing pipe dreams anymore, I have to be self-reliant and work hard. I'm focused and won't mess up my shot. I've turned my last money into a fortune, but riches can't erase my pain. I've lost friends like Chris, Paul, Tremain, and even Romeo from Steve Harvey's show to the violence around us. I was told I'd be dead by now, but I'm still here and hoping for more time.

Now he's gone-gone, (now he's gone) But I'ma hold on, (try to hold on) Oh she's gone, (now she's gone) But I'ma stay strong, (I stayed strong) Now you gone-gone, (now he's gone) But I-but I-will hold on, (try to hold on) Whoooh mama gone, (now she's gone) But I will stay strong, (I stayed strong) Ooooh my partna's gone, (now he's gone) I'ma hold on, (try to hold on) Whooooa mama's gone-gone-gone, (now she's gone) I will stay strong, (I stayed strong) whoa
People I love are gone from this world, but I'm going to hold on and stay strong. Whether they're men or women, partners or mothers, I'll remember them and keep going. Even though they're gone, I won't forget them and I'll keep my strength.