Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trick Daddy
Lead Vocals
LaTocha Scott
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maurice Young
Songwriter
LaTocha Scott
Songwriter
Lavell Crump
Songwriter
David Banner
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Solomon "Sox" Hepburn
Executive Producer
Ted "Touche" Lucas
Executive Producer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Kevin Davis
Mixing Engineer
David Banner
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Thug holiday, go ahead you can cry, it's alright, baby
Everything gone be gravy later, that's right
This the time when we take time out to
Remember all the loved ones we lost in the struggle, you know
I dedicate this to my brother Hollywood, Toby, Bam
My dog Itchy and Lil Trav, I dedicate this to the struggle
Everybody in the county jail, state penn, the fed, check it out
[Verse 2]
If it wasn't for bad luck, hell, I guess that a **** wouldn't have none
But when I think about it, what would I be without my gun?
How could I get away from the po-po's if a **** couldn't run
And why was I given a daughter when I always prayed for a son?
Life is crazy, ain't it, sometimes, I even think the same thing
I've been waiting on freedom to ring, hell, but ain't a thang changed
And I lost my brother in the struggle, Tater Head done lost his mother
And I'm thinking if I lose mine's, who's gone raise my brother?
Not to be a thug, stay in school, don't use drugs
Who'll teach him right from wrong and show them boys true love
So I pray for the better days, face the bomb, had a run-a-ways, and
I put my guns away and I pray for peace on Sundays, it's crazy, ain't it?
[Verse 3]
Just like the soldiers, that ain't coming home this year
Just like the fellas in prison, we miss you so much for real
What about the children who ran away, that ain't coming home today
Well, here's a message from coast to coast
'Cause when them thugs really need it the most, a thug holiday
[Verse 4]
Just like 'em, just like 'em, just like 'em, a thug holiday
Just like 'em, just like 'em, just like 'em, a thug holiday
[Verse 5]
Here go one for all these killings and all these conflicts in religion
See the Muslims, Jews and Christians, but knowing that we're all God's children
There's only one him, plus, ain't none of y'all confronting him
So blind in our own minds, we wouldn't even know God if we was in front of him
And, I read your books, know all your remixes to the Bible
What about a verse for the thugs, curled with drugs and survival
Let's add some chapters named Martin, Malcolm and Farrakhan
In all my history books, only one died was the Americans
And, let's point 'em out, who's responsible for Vietnam
And, hold on, there's more, we had two World Wars
And, how come the judges make more than the teachers is making?
When they the ones raising all the taxes and got us fighting for education, life is crazy, ain't it?
[Verse 6]
So many tears throughout the years
Somebody, tell me what's going on
And so many lives, but only God knows
About the pain deep inside
It gets so hard, you got to keep your head up
I know you're fed up, but stay strong
Here's a message from coast to coast
'Cause when them thugs really need it the most, a thug holiday
[Verse 7]
Just like 'em, just like 'em, just like 'em, a thug holiday
Just like 'em, just like 'em, just like 'em
[Verse 8]
This is for my people in the ghetto
I'm calling out (Calling out) Calling out (Calling out)
To all my thugs in the ghetto
Calling out (Calling out)
'Cause it gets hard sometimes
But you got to keep your head up, and be strong
Here's a message from coast to coast
'Cause when them thugs really need it the most, a thug holiday
Thug holiday 'cause we need it, gotta have it
'Cause it gets hard out here in these streets
Know what I mean, in the ghetto
I'm calling out (Calling out)
To all of my thugs in the ghetto
Can you hear what I'm sayin'?
All of 'my thugs in the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
This song is dedicated to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
A message from coast to coast
'Cause when them thugs really need it the most, a thug holiday
I said a thug holiday yeah, yeah
Thug holiday
We really need it
Written by: D Banner, L. Scott, M. Johnson, M. Young