Can't Hold On

(What up?)
 (Rock, uh-uh)
 (Yeah, yeah, okay)
 (We gon' do one like this y'all)
 (Uh, listen up)
 We was young niggas off liquor in the street lights
 Dice games, and street names, everybody tight
 House parties get the mic and tell the DJ
 Bullet holes in the high school hall ways
 And won't fade like niggas blaze, stress all day
 I'm talking Kane, KRS, Cube
 Flavor Flave, Slick Rick, gold chains
 Before escalators were two ways, the time a dollar split two ways
 We got a little older, search for new things
 Some turned out athletes some dealers, some joined gangs
 Friends is enemies, women is two-faced
 Spilt liquor for all my people who's now graves
 Homies and cages, traps sent away for ages
 Rap kept me on this track for fadin'
 To my niggas on these blocks that's hot or not
 These memories sometimes is all we got
 Ain't nothing like memory lane, but in my head I hear my mom that said
 And how many times will I told you?
 You can't hang on to the past
 I remember, days of kool aid stains on the shirt
 The youngs squirts, run under bleachers looking up skirts
 When wearing turtlenecks and overalls worked
 Late for class lying (damn, where's my home work?)
 For first hustling clocking a small knot
 Slipping with your whole sack on you, we didn't think cops
 Talk thru boxes, different color of Reebok stripe socks
 Mama jokes leading to slap box
 Everybody and their cousin is hip-hop
 Rarely did us brothers duck strays or get shot
 Still niggas on this block still having not
 Sometimes these memories is all we got
 Ain't nothing like memory lane, but in my head I hear my mom that said
 And how many times will I told you?
 You can't hang on to the past
 And how many times will I told you?
 You can't hang on to the past