Letra de Be Strong

Hold on, yeah, it's gonna be alright
Don't trip, baby, it'll get better

Ay, do this thug style man, thug style
When this whole beat drop
We just gon' run it to 'em bad
It's all good

I never had much, ran with a bad bunch
Little skinny kid sneakin' weed in my bag lunch
And all through Junior High, we was just gettin' by
And driveby's robbed my homies of their young lives

I never did cry and even though I had
Pain in my heart, I was hopeless from the start
They couldn't tell me nothin', they all tried to help me
The marijuana had my mind gone it wasn't healthy