Appreciation (Remix)

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