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Heads High


For all my sistas and brothas living in this hateful environment

Just know to stay strong

I say sistas first because they were supposed to always come first

But in this world we rather leave em left with hurt

Get them pregnant and leave them with a child that doesn't know it's worth

Dry your eyes baby girl and keep your head high

It's a cold world and if you stay trapped in the bottoms

You'll shiver in the same spot you started

And yo child will too

I like to tell all young woman

That I don't know much of the struggle yall go through

But just know I got yall and God does too

It's a beautiful struggle and just someone out there will understand what you going though

Now for those kids growing up without a father

Please don't end up in court talking to your honor

Set yourself more then that

Don't give it up ladies

If he don't respect and love you he don't deserve that cat

Don't be mediocre on what the news presents us

Prove the facts

That were strong intelligent and that we come from the concrete and ain't ever goin back

You present yourself as a young king or queen

Don't always let that Apple fall too short from the tree

Negus means Royalty

Just listen to God and follow what you believe

You not the only one going through these things

Keep your head high

Let those eyes let everyone know that you will always fight

For my young men

Stay loyal and stay true

I know it's hard at times

But going into that gang just don't seem right

My brotha hear me out

You either gonna die or go to jail

There's only one simple way to put this about

I know you asking God why me

Got yo girl pregnant and pops somewhere on the streets

Moms strugglin

And you just feel like a bum just watching yo life fall without anyone to pick you back up from yo feet

I would say free my niggas but I don't got no niggas to free

I keep myself away from those possible negativities

It's hard in this world I understand that

But coming back home with a college degree is the best plan to carry yo people off of these streets

That kid that you scared to raise might follow yo feet

Please don't lay on that pool of blood and die

I put the kid in the middle because you and yo girl can determine what's best for his or hers life

This life of crime ain't right

Don't be born a statistic

Do what others can't do

Even if there ain't anyone out there that's got you just know I do

Because those As and Bs gon get you somewhere

Get that gun away from yo face

Yo life ain't over just yet

It take the strong to get back up from on to they feet

And the weak to stay on they knees

I advise you to keep yo head high

Because someone's going through the same struggle and still puttin up a fight

Fight for your life

 

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