It´s for when I can´t take no more
or fake it no more
or wait around knocking on these doors anymore
for the days when I don´t wanna scrape no more
when I wonder what the waiting´s for
it´s when i want more
I want my Pop´s to not be poor
I want more
I want my turn to burn the world down to it´s core
I want more of it
more poorer kids to get their stories written
more pickin´s
more of what we´re not getting´
it´s about

holding the seams together
holdin on

and I´m pretty shallow
but i keep spitting to be deeper
i´m spittin´ to beat the leak under my sneakers
i´m spittin´ to drown in surround sound coming from my cheap speakers
i´m spittin´ to attract some heat seekers
and i guess that you could say i´m star but somehow i´m not too bright
it´s the eyes
they don´t shine right in this lime light
i´m outta sight
so you´ll never get to see me on the mic
but fuck it
i´ll just rhyme at night in my kitchen

and i´m holing the seams together
holding on

so i hold on to it
and Pops says hold on to it
and She says hold to it
and so I hold on
I hold on

holding the seams together
holding on.