Holding on, holding on

I keep holding on

Holding on to you

I keep holding on, holding on

I keep holding

Even with everything

That I bin through

I keep holding on to you

[Verse 1]

I watch the sun go down

On the city it ain’t pretty

In a night where the

Fallen angels want to get me

The mind binding spirits

And eye blinding spirits

As I rhyme these lyrics

The night cries I hear it

So I walk with a lamp for my feet

And a light for my path

Cause it’s dark and my sword’s drawn

Cause I’m ready to spark

I cut like mowers in the park

And I’m ready like Noah’s in the ark

And I can’t be stopped now

Still I won’t give up now

Cause I got my eyes on the prize

When I fall then I rise

And I call the messiah

And love lifted me higher

To the top of mount Zion

I’m climbing and my military

Stance is tougher than iron

They can’t hold back the lion

Tryumf my year my month

This is my assignment.

[Chorus]

Holding on, holding on

I keep holding on

Holding on to you

(Lord I just can’t let you go, no)

I keep holding on, holding on

I keep holding

Even with everything

That I bin through

I keep holding on to you

[Verse 2]

It’s Dwayne Against

The grain against

The rain against the

Window pane

Against the frame

They saw the storms ain’t

Rocking my house now they

Shook like a sock in the mouth

Blaow I’m going up yonder

Hear the thunder, see the lightning’s

Frightening when I plug my mic in

I’m relentless in the beast of the

Tempest Lead us not for temptation

The tempt us I can’t be stopped now

Still I won’t give up now

Cause I got my eyes on the prize

When I fall then I rise and I

Call the messiah and

Love lifted me higher

Imma arising up from ashes to ashes

And dust to dust Watch the Iron balloon

Is about to bust and if we say

In God we trust let’s be done with

All ungodly lust, you feel me?

Wait a while, won’t be long

Everything’s gonna be alright

Keep the faith just keep holding on.

Wait a while, won’t be long

Everything’s gonna be all right.

Keep faith yeah just keep holding on

[Verse 3]

So let the sound of the

Trumpets blast when the

First gon be last and we see

The great cash crash

When the price of butter

And milk is more than

Leather and silk and light

Reveals what we could

Never conceal from

The eyes of the big man

Make you get scanned

There’s an angel with a

Sickle at his right hand

And he’s read ready to

Take flight Cause the fields

Are white and the day

Soon turn to night

Still I can’t be stopped now

Still I won’t give up now

Cause I got my eyes on the prize

When I fall then I rise and I

Call the messiah and

Love lifted me higher

I’m on fire Cause in the

Furnace they burnish the

Brass on the feet of the

First and the last that’s in me

I’m a pass up defeat Because

I feel the passion in me

I’m a rap in the streets

Until I reach the rap industry.

Owwee

Clap, clap your hands Just clap to this Come on, clap your hands holding on, holding on holding Tryumf.