[Chorus]   Hold on, cause you'll never miss your own   Until that water's gone, it's wrong, it's wrong, so hold on   Hold on, cause you'll never miss your own   Until that water's gone, it's wrong, be strong and hold on      [Cashmere the Pro]:   It was morning she was brisk with her words   He apologized but all she was thinking was this is absurd   She understood he had to work but it was hittin a nerve   She hated his out of town trips, and this was the third   One in two weeks, he ain't wantin to beef   Explainin' hes the one the job picks when they need someone to speak   Hope to make up for lost time, but she's PO'ed   And somethin bout this morning's coffee seems eerily cold   "What about your family?" she repeats the exclamation   You seem to up and leave for work without the slightest hesitation   Aggravation... floatin waves, why you rockin the boat?   Baby, this is my job, what you think I'm not gonna go?   All she thought about was the weekends, and opted to blow   Felt her caution in the wind when she started to throw   Cups to the floor   She wantin to war cus she misses her home   Didn't want the wave of loneliness she gets when he gone   But she insists to be on blast but not burstin with light   It gets heavy as she yells "Who comes first in your life?"   He don't wanna be hurtin his wife   But he got a flight to catch so for now he's desertin the fight   Goes for his goodbye kiss, she turns, He takes a cold cheek while she yearns   Hates his job but loves him cus he's so sweet   But she wants him to have a night of dwellin without a goodbye   As he drives off to make Flight 11"         [Chorus]   Hold on, cause you'll never miss your own   Until that water's gone, it's wrong, it's wrong, so hold on   Hold on, cause you'll never miss your own   Until that water's gone, it's wrong, be strong and hold on         [Deacon the Villain]   It was hard times following the death of father and mother   He felt disconnect now, though is guardian was his brother   Whom he envied, cause he always seemed to be the favored sibling   The one people always assumed would create a greater living   He despised it, sick of his brother's shadow   Felt like a jester wanting to be king of his own castle   Moved from Brick City to where girls got fixed titties   Hollywood, cause there that shit's pretty   Big brother would write, call, and email   Tryin to make light of the situation, askin to be sent seashells   Little brother was strugglin, in and out about three jails   Tried to stand on his own two but he fell   Called his older brother one day, cryin' apologizing   It was a Monday, said he was sick of dramatizin   And that his Hydai, had came to the end of it's road   His money was froze, too broke to launder his clothes   Old bro was understanding though, expressing sorrow   Said he would hit the first flight out tomorrow   That they'd get a rental and pack up a carload   They'd bond on the drive back, and he'd cover the barcodes   Cause tomorrow, family ties would no longer be severed   Remaining bloodlines would be back together   Tuesday morning at Newark airport it beautiful weather   9/11 will be a day that they'll remember forever