Hold Me, Seventies Vice Lyrics

Al Green melodies for times that we need hope

Eb & Ivory mags and wine bottles on the table

Broken down caddies parked on the side, 'til they repo

70's men with vices, heavily pay the prices

Karma or surprise, bullets flood, rifle reloads

My grand daddy saw his daddy's blood leak from 3 holes

My daddy's daddy rolled like a stone, denying his lead role

My daddy broke the chain

Far from perfect, close to G.O.D. though

He parented hard like Joe Jackson jacking Tito

Imagine the Jackson 5 without a father

Gary Indiana, just outside Chicago

King of Pop maybe would never have seen his tomorrow

It was a belt that made the difference between hits and album flops

And being the toughest act follow

Watch that black boy fly like Arron Afflalo

The apollo's just begun

First generation of a tongue that'll live forever

May the vices of my lineage live on drums

When life gives you hot grits, sing 'til you see hope

Can't run from genetics, only hope to be the revolt

Fast cash and women with men with strong libido

Curses tamed by elderly hands, but will they be broke

My DNA is stitched, no Lilo

I'm in a fetal position to have an itch

For gambling in casinos, man handling women

We know the usual accustoms of growing up negro

70's men with vices, heavily pay the prices

If I was a drunk would you hold me baby

If I was a gambling man would you hold me baby

If I was abusive would you hold me baby

Would you be a fool and hold me baby

Baby, baby, hold me baby

Fort Stewart, stationed in Georgia

Pops was searching for structure

On the last leg of his militant journey

Married my mother, had some babies

Mobile houses and faith

Country, the the culture

Took his family, flew to Cali

Apartment buildings and oceans

1999, brought forth a baby and named him Jordan

I embodied every family gene, 70's aura

Will I inherit their vices

Will I pay off their prices

From a Watts bloodline where a daddy's presence is priceless

From a Georgia bloodline that says don't abuse a fix

Use the script, crucifix

We're newly born through his slits

Mama's daddy was a dice roller

Vices of a southern man

Suited, booted, eye beholder

Charm like Chamberlain

One foot in, one out of the chamber lands

Gave his life to God on his death bed, praying hands

Hold me father, I'm a 70's soul with vices

Heavily paying prices, generational crisis

You are the generation

That rules through the sins of the past

Who will remove all the bad

If I was a drunk would you

If I was a gambling, a gambling man

Said, would you hold me baby

Baby, baby, baby

If I was abusive

Would you be a fool and hold me baby, baby

Would you hold me baby

Hold me baby, baby, baby

If I was a drunk, baby

Said, If I was a gambling, a gambling man

Would you hold me baby

If I was abusive, oh

Would you be a fool and hold me baby

Baby, baby, baby

Hold me baby

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby

If I was a drunk

If I was a gambling man

Would you hold me baby

If I was abusive

Would you be a fool and hold me baby

If I was a drunk

Hold me baby

If I was a gambling man

Would you hold me baby

If I was abusive

Hold me baby

Would you be a fool and hold me baby

Hold me baby