Hang On (Nicolay Remix) Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[C]

[Verse 1]
Black [C]People, Puerto Rico,
Asians and Latino, gotta gotta
[G]This is a Nicole Briggs
Hang on to the [C]feeling that [G]I had
When my light was shine bright
And I really knew
my path was clearly laid out
My fears have laid out
In a way I wasn't happy
like I was afraid of rapping
Now we tapping to a whole new entity
Music Ministry
While it seems they ain't
controlling the industry
Hang [E]on[G][E]
[G]They telling me things
I [C]don't really wanna hear
I'm [G]losing my grip as
I'm standing on the edge
The deep breath before the plunge
I'm trying to make the jump
but below there's no net
Look my no hands in the age of 13,
baby boy turn old man
Piano player got his own band,
now I'm rockin' shows,
makin' stone cold grooves
Gotta get a job, gotta read, gotta [G]write,
gotta show, gotta prove
[E]You gotta hang on, hang on,
hang on, hang on
[G]Hang on to the [C]lessons that [G]I learned
Good or bad,
now the hood ain't really even bad
But we mad with our ad libs,
tryna pack loot like a loot pack
Like a wild child, [C]I was a younger [G]lad
Had my [C]dad sayin' oh no
So we [G]switched it up like Quasimodo Duck in front of Popo,
now I self -control
We exercise, no need for exorcisms
Reli[C]gion's tele[E]vised,
we gotta hang on
Hang on, hang on, hang on,
hang on, [G]hang on, uh
Hang [C]on is what we [G]tellin' guys
Convicted felons who [C]ain't jellin'
with [G]they wives
Let's keep my spirit strong,
begin to live long
Giving [C]you a plan as I'm a man
livin' through my song
Hang on
[G]Caught between a dream and a job
On a scheme, on a rob,
holding on by a thread
My ends don't meet,
I can't butter my bread
But shorty needs school supplies
I'm trying to utilize my opportunity
Can I do it musically?
Usually the answer would be yes
But I feel my motivation
falling victim to dis[E]tress
Gotta hang [G]on[E][G]
Hang [C]on to ideas, cre[B]ate an economics
with [G]all of [C]our peers
As we [Bb]shop, rotate the dollar
to the [C]store around [G]the way
Where you don't see a target,
now they [C]call it Tar -J
What the laws [G]say?
I really don't [G]care
Bet the laws of the land
start blowin' weed in the air
Some proceed to pay it fair,
in[G]deed it ain't fair
When the Parliament of Revenue
rootin' every[E]where
Hang [C]on, hang on, hang on,
[E]hang on, hang on, han[G]g
Just [B]another [G]color -coded
complex scheme
Accommodated with text
from an illustrated dream
Maybe it could be real,
like something we can believe in
Something worth us achieving,
liberation and freedom
The people are [G]ready for social change
for the powers that be,
attempt to limit the vo[E]cal range, [G]hang on
[C]And hang on to your [G]seat,
[C]hang on
while you're driving around in the [G]street
Hang on [C]to the steering [G]wheel
of your jeep
when [G]the beat is so banging
that our people gon' tweet,
we gotta hang [E]on[G]
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