Jadakiss: Baby keep ya head up

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