*featuring Ann Nesby
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[kid trying to sound like he's crying]
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[Jadakiss] Whattup little man? What's the matter?
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[lil' man] I wish I didn't have to be here
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[Jadakiss] It's not that bad..
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Could always be worse, yaknahmsayin?
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All you gotta do, is stay in school
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Anything you wanna do you could do yaknahmsayin baby?
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No matter what though, gotta keep your head up to the sky
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[Jadakiss]
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This goes out to, all the infants
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in this cold world that was born addicted
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And to all the section eight kids
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Just remember these four words y'all - we gon' make it
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The government keep on tryin to fool us
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The system, keep on tryin to lose us
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And all we can do is keep buyin computers
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And log on now 'fore it start goin down
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We gotta hold our head, keep our pride
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Though it hurts when I see people sleep outside
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Little babies with no socks on, eatin popcorn
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We all know what they moms and they pops on
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Out go the love when the drugs come
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They never got nuttin for Christmas, and they ain't Muslim
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This is a jewel, a lot of us was them
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This is a jewel, a lot of us was them
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[Chorus: Ann Nesby]
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Your head to the sky.. my my, my
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You can win - you can win - if you keep your head
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As long as you keep - your head - your head to the sky
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My my, my..
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[Jadakiss]
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Uhh, to my lockdown niggaz keep your head in the sky
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To my shot down niggaz keep your head in the sky
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I don't know if it's better to ride, or better to die
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And that's why there's red in my eye
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Cause people don't know what the ghetto is like
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Either you make it out, or the terrible life
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I don't wanna be a broke bastard
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And everybody in the hood got somebody in they fam' with a coke habit
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You work for minimum wage
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I'ma get in the game, get shot or a bid in the cage
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It's a risk I gotta take - and I'ma be the nigga
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with the bricks and the stash and the biscuit outta state
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And even though I'm blessed with the gift
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I gotta move cause the pain and the sickness gotta wait
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I go extremely hard - why let up?
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And I can breathe long as I keep my head up
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[Chorus w/ minor variations]
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[Jadakiss]
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Uhh, uhh - uh-huh, uhh - uh..
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Aiyyo I come from a place where it's three strikes out
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And your life's on the line, so we iced out
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Summertime gettin money, three dice out
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Tanktops, and jean shorts, we Niked out
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Headbands, and four wheelers
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Jeeps and Coupes and convos, about who know more killers
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It's all wrong but it's all right
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It's a small world; matter fact it's a small life
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We all trip but the way to survive
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is hold your head and make sure you fall right
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And it's a quite fact, that whatever goes around comes right back
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It's just like that
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And we tryin to touch major paper
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Everybody in the struggle it gets greater later
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Never say can't, it's better to try
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And you can breathe long as you keep your head in the sky
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[Ann Nesby]
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Don't you let nobody stop you, mm
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Heyy, heyyy, yeahhh!
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[Chorus - 2X w/ variations]
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[ad libs and Chorus by Ann Nesby to the end]
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Keep Ya Head Up
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| Jadakiss |
