Baby Keep Ya Head Up Lyrics

{*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 scoholAnything 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 infantsin this cold world that was born addictedAnd to all the section eight kidsJust remember these four words y'all - we gon' make itThe government keep on tryin to fool usThe system, keep on tryin to lose usAnd all we can do is keep buyin computersAnd (?) all now 'fore it start goin downWe gotta hold our head, keep our prideThough it hurts when I see people sleep outsideLittle babies with no socks on, eatin popcornWe all know what they moms and they pops onOut go the love when the drugs comeThey never got nuttin for Christmas, and they ain't MuslimThis is a jewel, a lot of us was themThis is a jewel, a lot of us was them[Chorus: Ann Nesby]Your head to the sky.. my my, myYou can win - you can win - if you keep your headAs long as you keep - your head - your head to the skyMy my, my..[Jadakiss]Uhh, to my lockdown niggaz keep your head in the skyTo my shot down niggaz keep your head in the skyI don't know if it's better to ride, or better to dieAnd that's why there's red in my eyeCause people don't know what the ghetto is likeEither you make it out, or the terrible lifeI don't wanna be a broke bastardAnd everybody in the hood got somebody in they fam' with a coke habitYou work for minimum wageI'ma get in the game, get shot or a bid in the cageIt's a risk I gotta take - and I'ma be the niggawith the bricks and the stash and the biscuit outta stateAnd even though I'm blessed with the giftI gotta move cause the pain and the sickness gotta waitI 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 outAnd your life's on the line, so we iced outSummertime gettin money, three dice outTanktops, and jean shorts, we Niked outHeadbands, and four wheelersJeeps and Coupes and convos, about who know more killersIt's all wrong but it's all rightIt's a small world; matter fact it's a small lifeWe all trip but the way to surviveis hold your head and make sure you fall rightAnd it's a quite fact, that whatever goes around comes right backIt's just like thatAnd we tryin to touch major paperEverybody in the struggle it gets greater laterNever say can't, it's better to tryAnd you can breathe long as you keep your head in the sky[Ann Nesby]Don't you let nobody stop you, mmHeyy, heyyy, yeahhh![Chorus] - 2X w/ variations{*ad libs and Chorus by Ann Nesby to the end*}