Lyrics:

The air was cold
Oh, and the money was tight
I clung to her body that night
Pretending I was in love
See I been told
That this kind of living ain't right
But it becomes hard to fight
When it fits like a glove

And I'm tired of dodging blows under the table
I can't do what I been told
Living young but growing old

And I say
I'm just holding on for my survival
And I can't ever seem to just let it be
My wheels keep rollin' on
Even though my money's gone
Well, Imma go home and pray for the revival

See my father was made
Straight from the salt of the earth
He taught me bout a dollar bills worth
He thought me how to survive
Cain't be a slave
Losing my life to my work
Ain't easy and I know it's gon hurt
But it keeps me alive

Said, I think it's time for me to go while I'm still able
I can't do what I been told
Living young but growing old

And I say
I'm just holding on for my survival
And I can't ever seem to just let it be
My wheels keep rollin' on
Even though my money's gone
Well, Imma go home and pray for the revival
Imma go home and pray for the revival

So, I'm just holding on for my survival
And I can't ever seem to just let it be
My wheels keep rollin' on
Even though my money's gone
Well, Imma go home and pray for the revival
Yeah, Imma go home and pray for the revival
Yeah, yeah