[Chorus]nHold on, cause you'll never miss your ownnUntil that water's gone, it's wrong, it's wrong, so hold onnHold on, cause you'll never miss your ownnUntil that water's gone, it's wrong, be strong and hold onnn[Cashmere the Pro]:nIt was morning she was brisk with her wordsnHe apologized but all she was thinking was this is absurdnShe understood he had to work but it was hittin a nervenShe hated his out of town trips, and this was the thirdnOne in two weeks, he ain't wantin to beefnExplainin' hes the one the job picks when they need someone to speaknHope to make up for lost time, but she's PO'ednAnd somethin bout this morning's coffee seems eerily coldnWhat about your family? she repeats the exclamationnYou seem to up and leave for work without the slightest hesitationnAggravation... floatin waves, why you rockin the boat?nBaby, this is my job, what you think I'm not gonna go?nAll she thought about was the weekends, and opted to blownFelt her caution in the wind when she started to thrownCups to the floornShe wantin to war cus she misses her homenDidn't want the wave of loneliness she gets when he gonenBut she insists to be on blast but not burstin with lightnIt gets heavy as she yells Who comes first in your life?nHe don't wanna be hurtin his wifenBut he got a flight to catch so for now he's desertin the fightnGoes for his goodbye kiss, she turns, He takes a cold cheek while she yearnsnHates his job but loves him cus he's so sweetnBut she wants him to have a night of dwellin without a goodbyenAs he drives off to make Flight 11nnn[Chorus]nHold on, cause you'll never miss your ownnUntil that water's gone, it's wrong, it's wrong, so hold onnHold on, cause you'll never miss your ownnUntil that water's gone, it's wrong, be strong and hold onnnn[Deacon the Villain]nIt was hard times following the death of father and mothernHe felt disconnect now, though is guardian was his brothernWhom he envied, cause he always seemed to be the favored siblingnThe one people always assumed would create a greater livingnHe despised it, sick of his brother's shadownFelt like a jester wanting to be king of his own castlenMoved from Brick City to where girls got fixed tittiesnHollywood, cause there that shit's prettynBig brother would write, call, and emailnTryin to make light of the situation, askin to be sent seashellsnLittle brother was strugglin, in and out about three jailsnTried to stand on his own two but he fellnCalled his older brother one day, cryin' apologizingnIt was a Monday, said he was sick of dramatizinnAnd that his Hydai, had came to the end of it's roadnHis money was froze, too broke to launder his clothesnOld bro was understanding though, expressing sorrownSaid he would hit the first flight out tomorrownThat they'd get a rental and pack up a carloadnThey'd bond on the drive back, and he'd cover the barcodesnCause tomorrow, family ties would no longer be severednRemaining bloodlines would be back togethernTuesday morning at Newark airport it beautiful weathern9/11 will be a day that they'll remember forever