Hangin’ On

[Chorus: Yanchan]
My people came from struggles
With nowhere to go
And even though I stumble
I’m still hanging on on on on on
I’m still hanging on on on on on
I’m still hanging on on on on on
I’m still hanging on on on on on

[Verse: Shan Vincent de Paul]
My amma only came with nothin’ but forty dollars up in her pocket
While she holding a baby on each arm arm leg-a leg-a chest
We blessed she stuck her neck out
Made it out of what they would say was one in a milli
Shit I’ve witnessed her finessin’ the system built up against us
Had to put some hands on some dummies testing our complexion
That’s the least of our
Worries, wе was dodging piranhas
Under siege, undеr
Pressure we was under the gun
And every Sunday we was
Holding on the rosary hopin’ we ca pray our way up
Out of eviction notices
But you know even lord knows
That the land lord don’t give a fuck about no hail Mary
Or which religion you relying on and
So every weekend had to dip up on Church
Just to show the masses what we born to do first
Show 'em what the fuck we been through, the pain
That’s Toronto in my pulse, pumpin’ Jaffna in the veins boy

[Chorus: Yanchan]
My people came from struggles
With nowhere to go
And even though I stumble
I’m still hanging on on on on on
I’m still hanging on on on on on
I’m still hanging on on on on on
I’m still hanging on on on on on

[Verse: Shan Vincent de Paul]
They used to call us savages for eating with our hands
Used to tell us that our spices would stank the block up
Now they all be lined up round the block for that culture
Watching all these fabrics in awe when we pop up
(so godly)
All of my teachers use to
Tell me I was two screws loose, too new to
Learn about shit that they used to spew through
All of them books that they moved through schools to
Pull up the wool up over our eyes while we wide awake
Appa was always working’ a shift
So we always ate
Brother was always cookin’ a scheme for the pay off
So money was coming’ in from the side, never day jobs
So every weekend had to dip up on church
Just to show the masses what we born to do first
Show 'em where the fuck we came from, the pain
That’s Toronto in my pulse, pumpin’ Jaffna in the veins boy

[Chorus: Yanchan]
My people came from struggles
With nowhere to go
And even though I stumble
I’m still hanging on on on on on
I’m still hanging on on on on on
I’m still hanging on on on on on
I’m still hanging on on on on on