Keep Ya Head Up Verses w/hook

Cold and frozen, homophobic, we're so misogynistic,

it's like we're spewing venom, it's raining toxic liquid,

so many problems with this game, yo we got to fix it,

we're cocky and it's locked, this shit is post-apocalyptic,

it's like wars are started in this game, "sockin' bitches",

stirring up a crock of it, the opposite of poppin' sick shit,

I ain't talkin' 'bout our soldiers being helicopter-lifted,

yo I'm addressing our divides, so blast, stop and listen,

hawk and spit it, y'all wonder why blocks knock the system,

black people get followed it stores, mindless locked in prison,

I see young black males being treated, came from nothing,

I was poor, took a skill I had, I'll later make it something,

I can't relate, I'm white, I've never been tarred and feathered,

hanged, burned to death, shot while my arms are severed,

it was '09, and I was hangin' with my rich black friend,

I didn't even know I'd the be the junior KRIT back then,

I was a poor white male, still he got the stares, it's twisted,

and it was late December, couple days, and Merry Christmas,

They say it's rude, abuse it, this music, I use it, stupid,

try to get the message across for future youth's blueprint,

didn't find out all my life that I was stuck in a bubble,

I didn't think I had a privilege, I would trudge in the rubble,

man it's crazy how we don't even think, walk around it,

instead I'm here with Kid to spit the truth and talk about it

 

Ooh ooh child, things are gonna get easier

(keep your head up)

Ooh ooh child, things are gonna get brighter

(keep your head up)

 

Not only am I here to talk the treatment of blacks,

but also disrespect of women, man that's evil, in fact,

y'all write hateful lyrics and put 'em in concerts working,

y'all don't care unless it's publicized and stirs controversy,

man the Mollie rapes are stupid, and you ain't even know it,

you bigots do not affect me, I'm a living, breathing poet,

I know it's nice to have a lot of money once ya spark a name,

but all I hear is "money, hoes, I'm the shit, cars and chains",

don't get me wrong, I'd love to go and sign with famous labels,

but greed and jealousy would take over like Kane and Able,

Mama told me "be the best", so I'll go and the change the game,

I'd hate to see this music stagnant, watch it remain the same,

that vibe that oozes through, I can take it, stage is in lights,

and I'm able to write so I can go and SAY WHAT I LIKE!

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

I could say that I'm a baller with the riches and dough,

Lorde said it, man it's private flights, Maybach, and Cristal,

but then say you're from the ghetto and you're packing pistols?

That's fake, how you rag on the "haters", fags, and bitches,

and then except that everybody just goes rags to riches,

I'll admit I'd like to see that happen, I think that shit is funny,

we all have a dream like King said about a bit of money,

but y'all wonder why there's very little peace, we're fed up,

to the oppressed out there, go on, just keep your head up